It turns out that accidentally catching a documentary about the murders of Nicola Hughes and Fiona Bone wasn’t at the right time for me. I try not to think about it when it comes to my mind or I’ll try to think about it when there’s the peace and quiet it deserves.
There’s something I might write about another time, that everything in work and life seems to be about achieving the right balance. The balance between being detailed and being concise, between being soft enough for people to open up to you and remaining firm and cold when boundaries need to be set.
Perhaps most importantly between acknowledging that there are people who really want to hurt us so we need to be careful and having the confidence to do the job without letting those facts stop you from leaving the nick or the car.
Tonight it’s difficult to stomach, difficult to imagine there is a healthy medium.