crying

I seem to well up extraordinarily easily. To be moved to tears instantly by the tiniest of passing moments. Today I nearly cried twice. Once in Trafalgar Square, reading the poems around the Oslo Christmas tree, then in Covent Garden when the girls in the string quartet played Pachelbel's Canon especially to me.

mmmmm mmmm mmmmm mmm mmmm mmm LA lalala lalala da da da da da LA da da di pompom pom  ♬♪

I think you'd have welled up a wee bit too.