That's it, really. He was stabbed to death on his doorstep. Just been staring at the photo of his house with the forensic tent outside on the BBC website.
I've been spamming FB with maudlin photos but reckon my friends there have probably had enough by now, so have come here to rant instead.
DD (14) adored him. She is being very brave. DS doesn't know yet as it's his 5th birthday today and I wanted him to have one more day of fun before he learns that life is shit.
So how do we get through this?