Jury service was hard. I started off loving it...I think I loved it until we had to reach a verdict...and then it was hard. I was angry that the police /crown prosecution service hadn't don't their job properly (and thats an understatement) and I was sad that one of the fellow jurors was racist, chauvenist and each time I would express an opinion he sniggerred.I was the youngest member of the jury so I guess he thought he could get away with it...but I was the only one that questioned his usage of words like 'illegal immigrant' (we didn't know whether or not the defendant was legal or illegal but that was irrelevant to the trial in question, it had nothing to do with his immigration status)....aaarrrgggghhhhhhhhh...its over now and thats good but my children are growing up in a world full of people who think like this man and that scares me...
On a lighter note I am so busy... its wonderful.I am making new items for Uneeka and I'm exhibiting my photography in May in Brighton, I'm working on a project with The Brothers McLeod and most exciting of all i'm going to shoot fashion in Glasgow for a magazine and fellow polaroid enthusiast...sooo all good.
Last but not least I have to tell you I got breakfast in bed this morning, some lovely Mothers Day cards and gifts and lots of kisses and cuddles. Ophelia even put 'to the best mummy in the world' on my card....funny! most days I'm told i'm the most evil... :)
