It’s 8:10pm on a frigid Sunday night, and I’m sat here in front of the telly, pretty much just checking e-mail and such, and on came Extreme Makeover: Home Edition - I’m seen it before, and albeit conforming to the stereotypical “makeover show” logistics with the consumate high energy host etcetera, this episode has me glued like a coke addict staring at a 5-pound bag of the bad stuff.

The situation - single father, wife recently deceased, and bringing up 3 kids on his own. Already I’m hooked. We find out at the very beginning of the show that his wife died instantly from a brain aneurysm - she went to bed, he followed an hour later and found her lifeless… good god, the behemoth hands of a phantom giant wrapped around my heart and just squeezed the living happiness out of me… sapped.

If anyone is watching this show, get the Kleenex as I have a feeling it’s going to get worse… well actually, I mean better.

[reaches for tissues]

Seeing good things being done for people “less fortunate” in a world of frequent fear, pain and despair says something about the human spirit… it lives on.

Do something nice today - open a door for someone, tell your friend how much they mean to you, call your mother and tell her you love her… it doesn’t cost anything to be amazing, and you could very well make someone’s day.

[tugs on 3 Kleenex from the box and gets ready for a river flowing]

8:24pm - UPDATEThey just knocked down his whole freaking house!!! Videotaping the whole thing, as he does, the host goes on to tell the father that they’re going to rebuild the whole bloody thing… I am fooking glued to the telly.