Doing jury service.
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boothrosWell what an exciting day, the first of my two week project 'be like a normal person.'
(Ok so most normal people don't perhaps do jury service every single day.) However, the first thing I had to do was wake up. Early. This was not so hot.
Then I had to take the dogs out in the dark. They were a little bit distressed about that but they got over it when breakfast was presented upon their return.
Then I had to WATCH THE TIME before getting on an omnibus. With forward thinking I bought a return ticket. .
Then I found the court and did jury service. I can't tell you about that or else they'll put me in prison.
Then it was dark again. So I followed some other people assuming they would be going to a bus stop. They wearn't they were going to their parked car. Rather embarassed, I ambled off before soon discovering I was lost. With painful shoes on. Anyway, I spied a big clock which I assumed was the Guildhall, so headed towards that and sure enough eventually found the bus stop.
Chased after 4 buses. Missed all of them. Saw a bus with the right number on and asked the nice man if he went to North End. 'Yes' he said. 'Hurrah' I said 'Do you go all round Gunwarfe first?' I said. 'No' he said. 'Hurrah' I said. 'Here is a previously purchased RETURN ticket
'Very nice.' he said 'But wrong bus company.' Darn! ' I exclaimed getting off again. Thinking better of it, I got back on and said 'Bollocks to it, sell me a ticket!' (So so far I am down £2.00).
Hobbled home from bus stop an hour after dogs should have had their tea. Walked straight into Lake Dogpee. They barked, scratched and fought me until they were fed and have now buggered off back to bed.
I havn't got to be so early tomorrow, so I now have beer, lovely, lovely beer. I'm sure a night off it last night has brought me out in a rash.
So bring on tomorrow, I'm sure by the end of this two weeks, I shall be a fully paid up card carrying member of the commuting public. (Though tomorrow I shall wear comfy shoes).
In the mean time, I thank God from the bottom of my feet, that I work nights.
(Ok so most normal people don't perhaps do jury service every single day.) However, the first thing I had to do was wake up. Early. This was not so hot.
Then I had to take the dogs out in the dark. They were a little bit distressed about that but they got over it when breakfast was presented upon their return.
Then I had to WATCH THE TIME before getting on an omnibus. With forward thinking I bought a return ticket. .
Then I found the court and did jury service. I can't tell you about that or else they'll put me in prison.
Then it was dark again. So I followed some other people assuming they would be going to a bus stop. They wearn't they were going to their parked car. Rather embarassed, I ambled off before soon discovering I was lost. With painful shoes on. Anyway, I spied a big clock which I assumed was the Guildhall, so headed towards that and sure enough eventually found the bus stop.
Chased after 4 buses. Missed all of them. Saw a bus with the right number on and asked the nice man if he went to North End. 'Yes' he said. 'Hurrah' I said 'Do you go all round Gunwarfe first?' I said. 'No' he said. 'Hurrah' I said. 'Here is a previously purchased RETURN ticket
'Very nice.' he said 'But wrong bus company.' Darn! ' I exclaimed getting off again. Thinking better of it, I got back on and said 'Bollocks to it, sell me a ticket!' (So so far I am down £2.00).
Hobbled home from bus stop an hour after dogs should have had their tea. Walked straight into Lake Dogpee. They barked, scratched and fought me until they were fed and have now buggered off back to bed.
I havn't got to be so early tomorrow, so I now have beer, lovely, lovely beer. I'm sure a night off it last night has brought me out in a rash.
So bring on tomorrow, I'm sure by the end of this two weeks, I shall be a fully paid up card carrying member of the commuting public. (Though tomorrow I shall wear comfy shoes).
In the mean time, I thank God from the bottom of my feet, that I work nights.
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Date: 2015-01-05 08:46 pm (UTC)Put your sore feet up, and bring on that beer!
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Date: 2015-01-05 09:20 pm (UTC)I've no doubt that your jury experience will compare favourably with 'Twelve Angry Men'... although I'm thinking of this version rather than Mr Shaw's or Mr Fonda's...