Then if that wasn't bad enough, I couldn't believe it when I heard Luke Tipene's killer, Vincent Skeen, had been before the parole board just six weeks after his trial. Yes - just six weeks into a five-year prison sentence for manslaughter he applied for parole.
Thank goodness common sense prevailed this time and it was denied.
I don't know how the parole hearing come about but surely he has to go through his lawyer. I would hope that any lawyer would talk their client out of such a senseless procedure.
What sort of message is this sending to the family and friends of the victim? They have been through enough. I think five years for manslaughter is way too lenient, anyway.
I fear where it will all end, especially when you read about violence erupting at schools with fighting in the playground and teachers too scared to step in for fear of getting charged with assault.
The Herald on Sunday reported yesterday "that more than a year after a task force was set up to look at rules around restraint and seclusion, legal debate has delayed the ministry from releasing guidelines".
I hate to think what they will come up with. If teachers are forced to let kids fight, someone is going to get seriously hurt and then who will parents blame? The teachers, of course. Not the people sitting in offices making senseless decisions.
Now for something much lighter. Yesterday was the last day of the season for Taniwha Daffodils, just south of Waipukurau on State Highway 2.
So even though it was raining we set off in the hope it would clear up. When we arrived the sun was peeping through the clouds and there wasn't a raindrop in sight.
However, signs of all the raindrops of the previous week were everywhere - puddles, mud and some very sad-looking daffodils.
It didn't bother us, though. We had gumboots and, armed with our blue buckets, we set out to find some nice flowers.
The children with us loved it, especially the mud. It was so relaxing wandering among the blooms in a wide-open space, filling my bucket with prettiness.
The house smells like spring, our money went to Plunket and a good time was had by all.