Movies and sleep
That was how I spent most of the weekend. The team night out on Friday was great fun but coming on the back of 3 nights in a row out, I was shattered some Saturday. We started after lunch with hot ports, mulled wine and christmas shenigans in the office. Not that I partook in any of the mulled wine/
hot ports, I sipped water. That stuff is rank. Not a big fan. The quiz was great fun, people who are normally so quiet and sedate turn into scary people. On Saturday I was fit for nothing but I knew we had to finish the christmas shopping. In fairness, the hangover wasn’t so bad, as I had in the back of
my mind I would be starting to test for ovulation and the last thing I would need was to be suffering from dehydration when I needed to not take on board any liquids before testing. Shopping done, Mammy2 was heading to get the hair done for the xmas party whilst I went home and did not think
about water or any other liquids. Negative ovulation test, in fairness it was day 8, my ovaries would have had to be THE most eager feckers if they showed up then. Mammy2 got her glad rags on and left me on the couch where I was ‘reading’ the paper from behind closed eyes. I don’t know who I was fooling. With that I headed to bed. At 7.30. Of a Saturday night. It doesn’t get much more hardcore then that.
I had the foulest head on me on Sunday morning though as I had slept for around 15 hours. Muzzy head syndrome is not a good look for me. Did some work, woke Mammy2 up with brekkie. Hangoverless free and full of the joys of spring, she was overly impressed with her work do. Cafe En Seine is not
high on our list of places to hang out, but it appears it is for her work mates. She had one drink after the meal and legged it. Compared to my lot. Whereever will let them in is good enough for them! More shopping on Sunday and by sunday evening, under the tree was present heaven. Everything was wrapped and whilst I was feeling so productive, I did up our christmas cards as well. I know, carpe dium and all that. Another negative test which means it must be today, or tomorrow or god knows when ovulation takes place. I’m starting to get annoyed. To add to my misery every second woman I see is pregant. What’s that all about? Was their a big sporting event about 6 months ago or something? Do they all HAVE to be obviously pregnant? Seriously. I can’t even get a postive
ovulation test, let alone pregnancy.
To distract me from my musings, Mammy2 kindly offered to sit through The Women, a quick cash in on the success of Sex in the City. It was an okay movie and Eva Mendes can distract me any time 
We were in the mood for another film which was where we decided it would be a good idea to watch Boy-A. We had been avoiding it for a number of reasons. The subject matter and the differing opinions we would both no doubt have after watching it. It was supposedly based on a book, but there are more connections with the Jamie Bulger case then anything else. In my opinion. We follow Boy-A , now called Jack as he is released from prison and attempts to get on with his life after serving time for the horrific killing of schoolgirl. In the movies defence, they painted a very nice reformed picture of Jack. He was a likeable chap. Flashbacks to his hard childhood, the bullying, the sick mother and his soon new best pal and partner in crime, literally. It was obvious why they didn’t focus on his friend. The other chap had such a violent streak and was less sympathetic then Jack. I won’t say its enjoyable, more to be endured but it is thought provoking and did definetly raise questions in my head about the treatment of these ‘child’ killers once they have served their time and have been released back
into society. Which I suppose is a good thing. For the liberal in me. I would define myself as a liberal in most aspects of my life but not as much as Mammy2. She thinks everyone can be rehabilated. I don’t think along those lines. I do believe if a person commits the crime, they should serve the time.
There are so many instances where when the person is released they go back to their old ways, having had access to more voilence within the prison system. Can a murderer move on? Change from what he was? Can a child-rapist ever recover? Do they deserve a second chance? Lots of questions. No easy answers.
