Today I have kept dry eyes through:
The news that my father is ill and in hospital and not doing well,
The fact that this came 8 weeks before a major international conference that I'm helping to organize,
The fact that I have a major report to write which is behind schedule and
Listening to my mother's tearful and panicked voice on the phone.
The fact that it has just started raining outside, after I've spent an hour straightening my hair with every heat-styling tool known to humankind, has made me burst into loud, passionate and completely juvenile-sounding tears.