Some attentive stalkers will be wondering why I am here at the moment, because I was due to do jury service this week.
I have been excused.
It’s nothing to do with the incident of tooth rage in the feminine hygiene aisle at the supermarket and the possibility of prosecution, or the necessity of being in sound mind and washing regularly. Fears of terrifying the other jurors, witnesses and court officials held no sway either.
The jury summoning officer thought it wouldn’t be fair to you avid reader, to be deprived of my brilliant wit and slightly stale smell. I bowed to his, or more likely her, wisdom and therefore am able to continue fuelling your sympathetic feelings for the elderly and your desires to self harm.
A lucky escape all round.
[ There is a competition over at the house of Fracas - please click here - whoops , I mean here - tee hee]
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