Today was a depressing joke of a day, I don’t want to dwell on it.
My dad wanted to drive me court but I managed to get him to settle for taking me to the train station. The train journey was long, cold and uncomfortable as always, I managed to get a little sleep before arriving at 7.30am. I wondered around a bit before attending my solicitors appointment at 8.30, the police still have nothing but we can’t ask for the case to be dismissed yet as a reasonable time to search the devices would be around a year, our options are either just letting it play out, just requesting I no longer need to attend court until the trial date is set. The other option is requesting we go straight to trial, it’s a winnable case due to lack of evidence but the prosecution would probably oppose it.
When I went to court, the security guys told me I couldn’t take my water bottle, so drank it, then he said I couldn’t keep the empty bottle and dumped it in the bin, the foreign cunt was later spotted by me joyfully tucking womens flasks behind a counter. Angry about this.
When I asked reception what court I was in, they couldn’t find me, so then I was told to ask someone else, turns out I was given the wrong date, my intermediate diet is actually on Monday, I went back to my solicitor, he looked over some stuff and admitted he was at fault, he took down the date wrong during the previous diet. He said he’ll “take the bullet”, he’ll explain the situation, this was in response to me saying I wouldn’t attend the court date on Monday.
Back home now and feeling tired and beat.