Art, Cars and Tears

I and Little Lady sneaked out early on the weekend whilst the other children and their gran were still in bed. I thought it would be nice to have some for just us two and to have breakfast together. We headed into town and did some chores (bank, library) and then decided to do some shopping. We came across an exhibition of art work and decided to take a look, I asked if I could take pictures and got talking with the lady in charge. 

She asked if I knew about the places in the exhibition (Chandigarh and Lahore) and I mentioned that my husband was from Lahore.

Next thing I knew I burst into tears and could not breathe for the sobbing. The worst thing was I had no idea why. No the worst thing was how embarrassed the poor lady I was talking to looked. Suffice to say I was extremely mortified. Little Lady looked like she wanted the ground to swallow her up. We left the exhibition very quickly.

LL asked me if I was okay and I said yes. She asked why I was crying and I said I had no idea, it just happened. She told me she was really, really embarrassed. I told her not as much as I was. As soon as it started, it was over. I had felt weepy a few times over the previous weeks over the smallest thing – a snatch of song, the thought of a wedding, waiting for a new baby in the family. But not for any tangible reason that would upset me.

I'm not much of a crier, my family know if I got upset enough I am more likely to shout at you and want to thump you than start crying. So this is a very strange experience. I'm putting it down to hormones and trying to avoid anything vaguely sentimental that might trigger it.

The same morning we came across an exhibition of replica famous cars from my childhood programmes: The A-Team Van, the Knight Rider Car (KIT?), the car from Dukes of Hazzard complete with a pair of Daisy Dukes shorts on the dashboard and two others I didn't recognise:

Which was just the thing to make us forget artwork and tears and pose for pictures which we knew were going to make the boys go crazy. We ended up having fries and a vegeburger for breakfast and talking our time going home. It was nice spending the morning with her, even if I did embarrass the heck out of her.