Booooring
tedious tediousum et omnia tedious.
Started jury service this week, and so far we've only drawn a huge boring blank of not doing very much! Have solved my way through umpteen sudokus (another mystery plural for you there - sudoki? sudokoi? sudoken? Hmmmm.....) and drunk many many cups of coffee both caffeinated and decaffeinated. It's a really depressing room and building to, arselicks!
But there is a little story to tell, since I was nearly called for an 8-week long trial. Thanking absolute bolox that I didnt, really, because that would have seriously messed me about and lost me both of my bank holidays! There were about 100 of us potential jurors in to start, which then got whittled down to about maybe 45 before the ballot. You could feel the tension mount as names were called out and people sitting on the edge of their seats, hoping it would not be them! Relief was palpable outside of the room, and I do pity those poor sods who now have to do the trial - but it is something that has to be done! I'd rather be keeping trial by jury than have a bit more convenience.
Anyhow, none of this stopped me from having to supress, with a great deal of trouble, an enormous fit of the giggles whilst in the courtroom.
I've also been out in my spanking new birthday leathers, and I'm loving them. Will be loving them even more when my bike is back up to scratch! Big grins all round.
Other than that, I've not got much to tell. Life goes on, with the added bonus that I've got Patrick to share it all with - bejaysus, but it sickens me sometimes!
Shall I put in another little bit here? Seems to be only fair. And four is such a nice number. And it fills up the space, yes?
Started jury service this week, and so far we've only drawn a huge boring blank of not doing very much! Have solved my way through umpteen sudokus (another mystery plural for you there - sudoki? sudokoi? sudoken? Hmmmm.....) and drunk many many cups of coffee both caffeinated and decaffeinated. It's a really depressing room and building to, arselicks!
But there is a little story to tell, since I was nearly called for an 8-week long trial. Thanking absolute bolox that I didnt, really, because that would have seriously messed me about and lost me both of my bank holidays! There were about 100 of us potential jurors in to start, which then got whittled down to about maybe 45 before the ballot. You could feel the tension mount as names were called out and people sitting on the edge of their seats, hoping it would not be them! Relief was palpable outside of the room, and I do pity those poor sods who now have to do the trial - but it is something that has to be done! I'd rather be keeping trial by jury than have a bit more convenience.
Anyhow, none of this stopped me from having to supress, with a great deal of trouble, an enormous fit of the giggles whilst in the courtroom.
I've also been out in my spanking new birthday leathers, and I'm loving them. Will be loving them even more when my bike is back up to scratch! Big grins all round.
Other than that, I've not got much to tell. Life goes on, with the added bonus that I've got Patrick to share it all with - bejaysus, but it sickens me sometimes!
Shall I put in another little bit here? Seems to be only fair. And four is such a nice number. And it fills up the space, yes?
posted by J at 8:35 PM
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