That’d been oh-so frustrating.12:41 Sep 04 2007
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Towards the end of the day, I’d logged onto VR, to find 63 messages waiting for me.
It’d been a surprise, but a pleasant one, as it inferred people wanted to communicate with me. I just wish I’d had more time to answer each, more fully than I had.
But, it’d been a long day and I’d tried to answer each one and still hadn’t had the chance to write of the day.
I’d slept little on Sunday, nervous of being a witness in court, a place I’d remembered so badly. Yet the Monday morning started well, with my Father telling me he’d heard my ‘Raby Mere’ poem being read on the radio the day previous: while I’d been at Karl’s. That’d put a smile on my face, as I’d got ready to go out.
‘Getting ready’ had taken me nearly two hours, just to get my ‘look’ to my liking.
Then I’d left the house, that’d turned to sun by the time I’d reached the ‘Pool.
I’d passed security, causing a wry smile with my tobacco tin and it’s backup in my bag that had also contained a flask of coffee and a bottle of juice, laced with painkiller ‘just in case.’
One of the fellow’s who’d followed in the queue had caused a problem, saying that he wanted the bollards down, quite loudly. When the security guard tried to remonstrate with him, the fellow had stormed off. The security guard had turned to a policeman and asked, ‘why do they think they can do that?’
I’d walked away towards reception, muttering with a smile, “Coz they’re suits.”
When I’d asked at reception where the witnesses went, we’d been told, to sit ‘there.’
‘There’ had been behind a screen to the right of reception, behind security.
So I’d gone to sit down, with several others to join a few people on chairs and then others had followed, all of them having to stand.
Eventually a member of the witness care unit joined us, to take us upstairs.
After a wait, several of the witnesses for ‘our case’ were sent home, as prosecution and defence had decided to accept their evidence. Unfortunately, they hadn’t sent me, or my former work colleague’s home as well.
Eventually one of us went in, just prior to ‘lunch.’
So, I’d gone a walk on a sunny day, down by the riverfront, on a sunny day.
Unfortunately, like the rest of Liverpool right now, the riverfront is a building-site in preparation for 2008 and ‘the capital Of Culture.’
So, I’d walked on, until I’d found a quiet place to sit and read my ‘new’ book, ‘The Hitchhikers Guide To The Galaxy.’
Reading the book, on a sunny day was both a good idea: and, a bad idea, for I’d lost track of time, far too easily.
All too soon, I’d looked up and asked a couple of passing women, “What time is it?”
“Five to two,” I’d been informed.
That hadn’t been good.
I’d had to be back in court for two-fifteen, so I’d walked back, fast.
I’d been in time, just: then after awhile, I’d been third in, to give evidence.
And then, there’s been a ‘problem’…
It’d transpired that the case had died on its feet, in part thanks to the honest evidence given by the preceding two people. Both of them had given the defence the ‘in road’ they’d needed: and as it transpires, the CPS (Crown Prosecution Service) shouldn’t have brought the case to court. I’d been livid.
It’d been accepted, the audit book I’d instigated had been a good idea, yet this fellow had abused it, used my colleagues and he walked, with a probable smile on his face.
That’d been oh-so frustrating.
And that brings me back to opening up Vampirerave and finding 63 messages and not having the time to answer each fully.
That’d also been oh-so frustrating!
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