Emotions running high

I know this photo is nearly the same as the last one of Soho, but I love this pattern and am going to bore you all senseless with it! It is soooo easy and mindless (my favourite sort of knitting) but is soooo pretty! Gorgeous yarn too. I think you were all very mean not suggesting I carry on and knit it when I asked you on Saturday (except you Kathryn!). That will teach me to ask though I suppose! It is proving very addictive knitting.

Whilst this is not very addictive! By the time I needed to knit on Saturday evening, there were 2 votes to start a new pink sock, one for Soho and only one for a new sock. So I did as I was told. Grudgingly. However, it's growing fairly quickly so maybe one day soon I might have another pair of socks.

Yesterday in school was the prize giving day - awards being given to the child who has achieved the most and the one who has tried the most. Extra awards are also given where appropriate. I hate this whole thing - not because I think it's wrong you understand, but because I am an emotional wreck and always end up in tears.

Well yesterdays started with an award for a little boy in our class with cerebral palsy. When he first started with us in September, he could hardly walk, had no speech and wouldn't even tolerate holding a pencil, let alone making marks with it. Now he walks (no, runs) so fast, we have to run to keep up with him, he will sit still for up to 20 mins while the register, dinners and calendars are sorted, he can trace his name and is one of the most popular children in school. We all love him to bits. So when he toddled up to get his award, there was barely a dry eye in the house. I cried. Lots. Then one by one other children got up to receive their awards too - all their parents shed a tear. I shed a bucket load.

And then the choir got up to sing. Oh dear oh me. Whether it was all the pent up emotion from Saturday, I just don't know, but I really and truly got very upset in deed. It is such a pain being an emotional person, especially when work colleagues sit pointing and laughing at you. That just made me angry - do people think I cry because I like being a laughing stock?

I have always felt other people's emotions - if I see someone sad, I feel sad too. I wish I could harden myself off a bit, toughen up, but sadly I seem to be getting worse. I'm far better off pretending to be an ostrich and shutting off the outside world by burying my head in the sand.

But then in the evening, I watched a film. Anything with Maggie Smith in it is wonderful. The fact that Rowan Atkinson was also in it made it perfect. I laughed nearly all the way through this film and have even laughed today just remembering it. My work colleagues must think I'm mad - crying one day, laughing to myself the next.

They're coming to take me away ha ha, they're coming to take me away...