My murdered son’s football is still in the garden, his clothes are on the ironing pile – why I’ll never be able to move on

It’s a bright spring Tuesday morning, the time is 11am.

“I’m sorry, I’m still laid in bed right now,” explains the mother of murdered schoolboy Harvey Willgoose, as she answers my telephone call. “It’s horrendous getting up every morning because I dream about him [Harvey] and wake up every time with a pain in my stomach, I can’t move.”