How are you all doing? After last week’s blog birthday celebrations, I am quite worn out. 🙂 Then again, maybe it’s the late night I pulled, after being out at Chameleons and then visiting the all-night supermarket to grab some supplies. When will I learn eh? 🙂
On the way to work, I listen to the radio – Radio 4 in the main, because I’m incredibly middle class and a bit farty. As in arty farty, rather than just full of gas, although… But self-depreciation aside, it might well be more because I don’t like a lot of the music they play on the radio. Even as a yoof I didn’t, but I’m drifting off topic. 🙂
This month I’ve heard two news stories about former prisoners. Both men had completed their sentences for serious crimes. One of them had completed a life sentence for murdering policemen, the other, a convicted rapist. Now, I’m not going to go into the arguments about their guilt or in’s & out’s of the cases. No, my question is this – or perhaps more accurately, my initial question is: if you commit a crime and you complete your sentence (and are deemed not to be a threat to society or yourself), at what point are you deemed to have ‘done your time’ and you can rejoin society?
On a personal note, my (late) sister was involved in a road traffic accident many years ago. The anniversary – if you can call it that – of her death, was this month just gone. The accident didn’t kill her outright, more complications during treatment much later on. That aside, the cause of her accident was one man. What should have happened, is that he should have not turned in front of her – and I’m trying to not use any loaded language, at this point. For whatever reason, he didn’t and the die was cast.
I met him for the first time at the inquest. We sat about five foot apart, while the evidence was given. It was the same day I saw the Police photographs of what happened. The reports, the images, the analysis of what an awful, bloody mess the whole thing was.
What I remember, is just…. sadness. Grief, if you will, or loss. Knowing that I’d never see my sister again. But… I didn’t feel angry toward him. At the end, when it was time to leave. I went up to him. My voice, in that terribly restrained, British whispered: “I’d like you to know… that I don’t feel any ill will towards you. It was a terrible accident. I’m not angry with you.“
That man was banned from driving. He lost his job and then his house. I’m not saying his actions aren’t without repercussions – I mean, if you’ve got someone whose driving record isn’t great, I guess you’d want to try rectify that. 🙂
I think the lack of anger was because I felt that throwing the book at him, wouldn’t bring her back. Maybe it’s different with accidental death rather than murders or sexual crimes. Thankfully, and let’s not tempt Fate, I’ve no experience of the latter, nor has anyone I know of.
Maybe want I meant to ask is, are there crimes for which you can never be forgiven? If a person is truly repentant and somehow rehabilitated, what then? Where do you go, how do you live? Is your sentence not the four walls of your cell, but the fear you might have, should people find you?
On a lighter note….
On a less deep note, I’ve been following a few more Beauty Blogs (the joy of smartphones) and trying to pick up ideas. Ideas on new products and the ever challenging how to.
One article made me chuckle this week. It was a review of a lip stain by Rimmel. Provocalips 16 hour Kiss Proof, if you’re curious. Well, as the famous advert says, it does what it says on the tin: stains your lips! 🙂 The reviewer, bless her, tried everything she knew to shift it, but it would not come off….
…and there was me thinking a cool, ruby red, matt lip stain would be perfect for the Christmas season. Maybe not. 😉
I was in a bit of a quandary about what to wear this time around. Torn between leggings + top, dress or office smart, I laid a number of items out on the bed, in an effort to get an outfit together. In the end – and thanks to some Facebook suggestions – I opted for office smart. Not that that stopped me packing a ‘fall back’ outfit, should my plans not work.
The Ever Lovely Mrs J was kind enough to let me borrow one of her rather posh skirts, but it didn’t quite fit. Bah, humbug! I also thought I’d risk sheer tights as a spot of variety. Odd, considering the current fashion seems to be opaques. 🙂
Anyhoo, I was okay about my final look and I did make sure I didn’t re-wear my best party shoes. No, these babies are even older. I think they might be my second pair. Again, New Look, but New Look shoes are fab. A good fit and so well priced. Perhaps it’s a good thing there’s not a shop close to my work, That could only end up with me requiring an extra wardrobe.