Dissappearing Transport Planners

Dear Reader

I have just been to St Michael le Belfry where I found that it was so full I couldnt get a seat and therefore had to return. This is most frustrating, as I was looking forward to Roger Simpson's sermon. The moral of the tale is that if it takes 15 minutes to get to church, one needs to leave 20 and not 10 to fufill said task.

This is not the only dissappointment today. Peter Tod was supposed to come over for a visit before he goes down to Cambridge next week. Unfortunately he was true to his spectacularly inefficient though roundly affable form and found that his project work overran so he couldnt come. I had rather thought this might happen so my dissappointment was fettered, but present nonetheless.

As a result of these two calamities I have had a rather solitary day which has comprised of reading the papers, having lunch, cleaning my car (a note on this: various fellow residents of my street have commented on the regularity with which my car is cleaned. I am starting to worry that it is an obsession of mine, so am determined to clean it less and learn to appreciate the quality of dirt one one's vehicle). I spent the afternoon reading 'August 1914' by Solzheinitzyn in the cemetery and checking through my cases for tommorow. Three people passed me in the two and a half hours I spent there. An old fellow limped past growling a little at a younger man who bore a rather ferocious looking strimmer. Another man in his thirties passed and asked me if he had seen his wife. He gave a rather unrealistically optimisitic description of her. I said that I had seen only two other people neither of whom matched the description given. I have little doubt that said wife is still prowling the undergrowth in the vast, sprawling cemetery - the gates having been locked at four-thirty.

Yestarday I was in Scarborough for Midgley's rather excellent birthday meal. This was an interesting experience as I knew no-one else there. However forwarned is forarmed as they say, and I was certainly aware that this would be the case some time before departure. In the event I met some very interesting people and consumed some gratifying grub. Marvellous.

On Friday I had some cases in Durham which was rather good because I was able to commandeer the White House for a day and reside in the meadow tapping away at my laptop, occassionally popping down to the court to pay my respects to the Judge. There are some advantages to a mobile office it seems.

So its back to the legal jungle tommorow. I am rather looking forward to getting some housemates..