There are occasions when my usual peaceful old hippy navel gazing takes a back seat and there is a horrible temptation to simply let rip...
And it doesn't happen very often...but today I've had to bite my tongue and think nice thoughts, rather than telling a particular person precisely what I think.
She was the prime mover in a thoughtless and badly expressed verbal attack on a friend...this woman had resorted to name-calling, which always smacks of the playground to me and something to grow out of rapidly once you reach adulthood...if not before. She also made a scathing remark about depression, which in my book is practically a hanging offence...
Perhaps she was having a bad day herself or had a tummy-ache and wasn't thinking...but she hadn't come back to mutter a grovelling apology when I went to have a look...saying sorry only takes a minute...providing you mean it.