I am one of the most cynical people you could ever meet. I trust very few people and ALWAYS see the worst in people. Even DM says I am scary. But do you know what? My heart has been well and truly melted today by a story so sad but at the same time so common that the tragedy is immense. I am, quite literally, welling up as I type.

The details can’t be fully explained for fear of exposing a recognisable kitchen sink drama and hence a confidence but what I can say is that a trio of events, two good and the other, the tragedy that I’ve just mentioned, should see the balance of my mood very much in the happy part of the spectrum but the sad bit is weighing on my mind like a great big lump of granite.

I keep thinking of the part I played in the sorry tale and regretting being so persistently persuasive. The irony is that my role was played out with the best of intentions, trying to be kind and thoughtful yet it backfired spectacularly.

Sometimes I wonder about the human condition. I wonder how we can be so utterly cavalier with the happiness of others. I wonder how things that happen in hope and love can turn so sour and bitter in a short period of time.

Perhaps I may revisit this when I can tell the story in a slightly less obtuse manner because of the separation of time.