Rather a lot of miles devoted to the hobby this week: a training course in the county town on Thursday, then a regular day at my home court. The training was good, and well delivered by two of our favourite clerks, and the weather was fine for the journeys to and from. Friday was a serious waste of time. Defendant 1 failed to turn up, so much time spent drinking tea and swapping stories in the back shop, and a leisurely shopping interlude at the excellent new Fortnums' nearby. The afternoon defendant similarly didn't attend. So home in time for the end of Countdown ...
Other than that, a pretty quiet week, really. I had a session with the NHS physio, who has prescribed another battery of exercises, including torture of the ilio-tibial band with a foam roller. Another of her exercises left me with a sore back for a couple of days, so I've dropped that one: I'll tell her next time I see her, and she'll doubtless advise something even worse. Still if it all gets me walking more easily, a spot of discomfort's a small price to pay.
Dull, damp weather yesterday for our triangular tour home-Gatwick-Islington-home. The traffic in London was hellish, but we got the under-the-weather Kate and John home safely, and we survived the perils of the Old Kent Road as we returned home. Interesting to drive through once-familiar parts of London: from the Angel, we came down St John Street to Smithfield, then down Aldersgate Street, St Martin's Le Grand and Cheapside. I'd hardly recognise the St Paul's end of Cheapside, which I used to walk every day on my way to work. That part of the journey was easy: we then crawled most of the way from the Bank of England to Eltham. If I lived in London, I don't think I'd bother with a car.
Cool, damp day for today's local half-marathon. I hobbled along to the junction where I marshalled last year: the local rotarians were doing it this year. Last year it was Citizens' Advice, in the persons of the local chairman and the local bench representative. This year's marshals told me that drivers were every bit as ratty about being told they couldn't turn on to a road full of runners. The event gets huge amounts of publicity, and the signs have been up for weeks on all the roads affected. I chatted briefly with our local BBC man, who was filming in preparation for a report on tomorrow's South East Today: thoroughly nice chap, and I shall not quote his theory of where the ratty drivers had been keeping their heads in recent weeks. See his Tweet on the marathon: had he panned another yard, you'd have seen yr. obed. servt.
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