tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9012404995625673044.post2457163668838797891..comments2023-10-06T10:34:54.512+01:00Comments on Imogen Clark at Home: Passion, eureka moments and Lynda La PlanteImogenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11300457630728005234noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9012404995625673044.post-44620361218481095672014-07-20T08:17:26.363+01:002014-07-20T08:17:26.363+01:00I agree Emily.
I cry a lot for bizarre hormonal st...I agree Emily.<br />I cry a lot for bizarre hormonal stuff but that's not actually me. This was something altogether different.Imogenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11300457630728005234noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9012404995625673044.post-24578238124302604522014-07-19T16:58:08.908+01:002014-07-19T16:58:08.908+01:00I cried listening to Michael Marmot on desert isla...I cried listening to Michael Marmot on desert island disks the other day.... He was so well able to describe why I think what I am trying to do is important that I listened with my nose hurting (a sure fire indication that tears are on there way) and had to blame my red eyes on hay fever when I arrived at my meeting. I don't cry very often (can often be on the verge of tears in a seeming random manner - small children singing, school prayer in assembly, sitting behind my elderly grandad in church, taking a compliment (need to work on that one!) but actual tears are rare and there is something quite cathartic about shedding them...Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07301569040744074193noreply@blogger.com