Sunday, 24 February 2013
There is no Day 21, (FFC crashes and burns)
It started out with a routine duty solicitor call at around 10:30 am, the police weren't ready to interview the hapless detainee, and I was eventually summoned to Durham Nick for 3pm. How was that possibly going to interfere with my daily dip?
Well when I finally escaped from the Custody Suite it was Friday and I'd missed the window of opportunity for a swim and hell I'd missed best part of bloody Thursday, there's eight hours of my life I'll never get back.
On the bright side I shouldn't grumble because the client's looking at at least 4 years of his life he won't get back! It sort of puts a missed swim into perspective.