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Oct. 17th, 2003 01:18 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
liadnanOn reflection, I've come to the conclusion that one can take indifference to sell-by dates a little bit too far.
Drawing a discreet veil over that thought...
I had to apologise for being improperly dressed in court this morning, as the possession list was being taken by a Circuit Judge in open court, which technically means wig and gown... I managed, without actually lying, to leave him with the impression I had been mis-informed on who was taking the list, whereas in fact the clerks hadn't been able to get through to the court and I'd broken the first rule of being a lawyer -never, ever, assume anything- and concluded it would be, as usual, a district judge in chambers.
Add to that the fact there was some inconsistency about the property address on his copies of the documentation, though not mine, and the morning was far more difficult than it should have been. The thing under the discreet veil didn't help either...
Tomorrow I'm going to the wedding of a close friend I've known since we were first year undergraduates sharing both tutorials and appalling accomodation. It's also entirely his fault I'm a lawyer.
Well, perhaps not entirely. But, having himself sworn he would never follow in the footsteps of almost all the male, and some of the female, members of his family for four generations and become a solicitor, only to do just that a year after we finished our degrees, he proceeded to tell me I would make a good barrister when I was (a) wondering what I would do with my life, having concluded that academia probably wasn't going to work out, and (b) ver', ver' drunk. The rest is history, or rather law, so I think some blame attaches to him.
Anyway, the point is that I have to be somewhere in the wilds of Northamptonshire by 12 tomorrow. I'm not sure where. I haven't checked the train timetable. I'm not sure what time trains back to London will be running until that evening. I haven't talked to taxi firms about reaching Longbottom Pigstrotter, or whatver it's called, from Kettering. I haven't explored the comparative costs of staying the night somewhere or taking a taxi back to central London. I have no idea of places where I might stay the night. And I haven't bought a wedding present.
I am irredeemably rubbish.
Drawing a discreet veil over that thought...
I had to apologise for being improperly dressed in court this morning, as the possession list was being taken by a Circuit Judge in open court, which technically means wig and gown... I managed, without actually lying, to leave him with the impression I had been mis-informed on who was taking the list, whereas in fact the clerks hadn't been able to get through to the court and I'd broken the first rule of being a lawyer -never, ever, assume anything- and concluded it would be, as usual, a district judge in chambers.
Add to that the fact there was some inconsistency about the property address on his copies of the documentation, though not mine, and the morning was far more difficult than it should have been. The thing under the discreet veil didn't help either...
Tomorrow I'm going to the wedding of a close friend I've known since we were first year undergraduates sharing both tutorials and appalling accomodation. It's also entirely his fault I'm a lawyer.
Well, perhaps not entirely. But, having himself sworn he would never follow in the footsteps of almost all the male, and some of the female, members of his family for four generations and become a solicitor, only to do just that a year after we finished our degrees, he proceeded to tell me I would make a good barrister when I was (a) wondering what I would do with my life, having concluded that academia probably wasn't going to work out, and (b) ver', ver' drunk. The rest is history, or rather law, so I think some blame attaches to him.
Anyway, the point is that I have to be somewhere in the wilds of Northamptonshire by 12 tomorrow. I'm not sure where. I haven't checked the train timetable. I'm not sure what time trains back to London will be running until that evening. I haven't talked to taxi firms about reaching Longbottom Pigstrotter, or whatver it's called, from Kettering. I haven't explored the comparative costs of staying the night somewhere or taking a taxi back to central London. I have no idea of places where I might stay the night. And I haven't bought a wedding present.
I am irredeemably rubbish.
