I'm saddened you've not included my parents's home county, Dorset, on your list of local counties.
I'm going to go and cry into a cup of tea now.
I really am.
That kind of crying where your nose runs, but you're too upset to get a tissue, so you let your nose run, knowing that you look utterly ridiculous, and then you start to taste your own snot, and it tastes like tears, and you know then that you really do have to get a tissue...
PS. Maybe I was exaggerating?
