I spent half the day yesterday sitting in a tiny, cold, witness room waiting to give evidence in a minor court trial. I have to do this occasionally because of my job. I usually have to wait a shot period of time before being dismissed without having to actually enter the court room but, yesterday, I sat for over three hours with a colleague before being told the case was adjourned till December. Bah! A complete waste of time. To make matters worse, friends of the “accused” were outside the court building when I left which wasn’t a pleasant experience.
I added my first piece of course work to our forum. We were to write a short piece about a real childhood reading experience with strong appeal to the senses. I wrote a description of reading in a hospital bed, around aged ten, and the books that I raced through while stuck there (mostly yellowed Enid Blyton hardbacks). I got a useful critique from a fellow student who pointed out that I was “telling” things that I’d already described nicely which is good. I’m learning.
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