Another turn....

....of the torturer's ratchet. On the tube this afternoon, en route from work to my local, a boy, 13-ish. So what was different from the dozens of others I see on my travels? Just the fact that this boy was a 60%/70% lookalike of my cousin as he was at the same age. Same build, height and weight-wise, same colour hair, reddish-blond, similar lightly freckled face. My darling boy, my best friend for thirty-odd years, the greatest love of my life, bar none. Who now hates my guts, after that nightmarish weekend almost two years ago. My fault it all went to shit, but that doesn't make the hurt any easier to bear.

Love & best wishes to all
Sammy B