There has been quite a hullabaloo today about a newly commissioned Sikh police officer wearing his turban rather than the traditional policeman’s hat. Personally I don’t think it should matter one iota what type of headgear this officer wears, and I am certain that if you were on the receiving end of an act of bravery by this man you wouldn’t either.
In saying that I can understand to a point what the ruckus is about and I also understand it is Sikh doctrine to wear a turban, so there must be a way for this officer to be honest to his religion whilst still giving the appearance of being an Australian police officer, perhaps, and I am not sure of the correct terminology so please forgive me, the mini turban we see so may Sikh sportsmen wear is an alternative. I actually feel terrible even suggesting this as I believe he should be allowed to wear his turban, an opinion that is not shared by members of my own family, but we live in a democracy so you get that.
Tonight Brian and I took his mother to Hungry Jacks at Gilles Plains for tea, I know it’s not that flash but she enjoys it now and then as it is something she would not do on her own. Take the big tip people, the meal was terrible, they were under staffed and under trained, give that outlet a miss.
I have just sat through the first three episodes of Mrs Brown’s Boys and whilst Brian was rolling around with laughter I was bored senseless. I can only hope that next week there will only be one episode.
To close a quote from The Secret, “It takes no time for the Universe to manifest what you want. It is as easy to manifest one dollar as it is to manifest one million dollars”. I’m aiming a bit higher than that, $30,000,000 this Saturday night in the lotto will be just fine. Thank you. 🙂