Will went a-courtin

(In this photo is four generations of my family on my dad’s side.  See if you can spot me.)

I had to go to court today to give my declarative statement about this bloody fine.  I got there in plenty of time, as requested, then sat for fucking ages waiting to be seen.  As always, I had a couple of books with me, so I finished rereading The Bricks That Built The Houses by Kate Tempest (highly recommended) and started rereading, for the umpteenth time, To Kill A Mockingbird.  It’s been ages since I read it and I love that book.

Eventually got called in, the statement was signed by me and one of the magistrates and I pled not guilty to the original crime.  So, now I have to go through to Newcastle at the end of June for that.

On the plus side, I now know exactly where I have to go next week for my tribunal.

The programme for the Crossing the Tees lit festival is out.  There’s a few things I’m interested in, including a murder mystery night that I’m definitely planning to go to.  There’s also a short story competition I’m considering entering with a £100 top prize.

Will