Oracle wrote:The best cries are those that start off from peeling onions and you think, well I'm crying now, I hate doing domestic chores, cry some more for the lost career, and as the tears well up, you think about the misery of a repetitious life; and now you are really boo-hooing, and so you question the very purpose of life, and let forth a gut-wrenching primeval scream as you face the utter sheer bleakness of a terminal life as a speck in creation and an ever-expanding universe rushing away from you.
And before you know it the onions are chopped; you blow your nose and wash your hands and everything is right with the world once more ...
Love chopping onions ... a re-birthing experience.
Bit like reading Gavs posts eh