There I was having what I thought was a not bad day. I went to work, finished and then went for a haircut. Travelled back along the road and decided to pop into the local Tesco. I did what I usually do, took my basket and walked through the store with my headphones on listening to music. I had a nice chat with the checkout operator, and left to head back to my car. I stopped to think that Allan would still be at work and wouldn't be finished until 4 o'clock. That was all it took to send me into that horrible place again. I just COULDN'T break down in the supermarket car park, especially as crowded as it was. Imagine the questions from kids "Daddy, why is that man crying?" "He's just mad son..." Why should I feel so inhibited?