I passed a girl on the street last night. The first thing I noticed was that she'd dropped her bag of shopping on the pavement. She was talking on the phone, and then I realised that she was sobbing, with big puffy eyes and a flushed face.
It came as such a shock - in real life, you don't tend to see people in the throes of such obvious emotion very often, and rarely in such a public setting - that I had to restrain myself from going over and giving her a big hug.
I think I last cried on the day of my Mum's burial.
"A look into Angela Merkel’s luggage for today’s EU summit is likely to reveal an extra blouse, a big stick and no carrot."