Today was a stultifyingly boring sitting at one of our outlying courthouses. We dealt with a couple of routine applications (that are of course important to the applicants) and moved on, after a good 20 minutes' coffee time, to a trial. Well, that was the plan, anyway. The CPS were not sure about how far the case had got and the court office was not too sure either. We hung around, as one does, and went to lunch.
My day then brightened up, because I was accompanied to the outlying courthouse by one of my favourite colleagues , a charming and amusing former teacher, who spotted the fact that the west London traffic had prevented me from buying a pre-packed sandwich en route. Bless her, she bought me a Greggs chicken-and-something sarnie and, as ever, refused to take a penny for it.
Back to the court: the prosecutor had a soft and even-toned voice that would lull anyone to sleep ( in fact the usher did nod off) .
So we followed first principles and acquitted the defendant, following our guidelines to the letter
Heigh-ho, we can have another go in a week or three.
Not always exciting, this blog?
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