OK, so I’m a big softy.
I have seen Pretty Woman more times than I can remember and still blub when Richard Gere serenades Julia Roberts at the end.
Every Christmas I go on about what an awful film Love Actually is but always blub when Colin Firth turns up at the Portuguese family restaurant to ask for the daughter’s hand in marriage.
And last night, watching the beautifully done dance sequence in honour of Remembrance Sunday on Strictly Come Dancing I blubbed again.
It fascinates me how we are programmed to be triggered in this way. Some deep instinct to empathise with others, to engage with their emotions and share in them.
It defies logic, and probably because of that, I find it deeply reassuring.