  .~*~. It's quite true: your errors of judgement do follow you around forever. They rear up, their ugly grinning faces dripping gore from that reeking, fetid swamp that is their natural habitat, to spit filth at you just when you thought they'd sunk out of sight forever. I can hardly claim to be surprised: frankly, I'm surprised I've had any peace and quiet, in this context, for as long as this; and I knew this weekend would probably poke the beast into making another appearance; but I feel I have to get on with my life, regardless. I can't not do the things I want for the sake of the Beast's continued smug, sanctimonious, occupation of it's swamp unmolested, now, can I?
It just pisses me off that unless you are willing to cede the high moral ground, and sink to swamp-level yourself, you can never get rid of the hassle that you accrue as a result of a simple lapse of attention (no matter how large, in hindsight, it turned out to be). It seems a bit of a steep price to have to keep paying: but I guess there's no choice. I have blown my stack now, so there's sod all I can do about it: I'm not able to take any of it back - it's all true; and I can't even apologise for sharing it, coz I strongly believe I have the right to correct misapprehensions and false-hoods when they have a direct bearing on my life and reputation.
Such as it is. All I can say is :"Oh Well"; and hope it doesn't turn out to be the same for you - especially seeing as the stakes are so terrifyingly high, this time.
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