I can't work, I have to move into court and listen, get sent outside to chat or read, then be fetched back in again. It is a lovely opportunity to step away from writing (and computers) completely. A chance to let new ideas germinate and distance myself from old ideas before my final edit of Red Star and its voyage to Agents requesting a view of my work.
Meanwhile, I'm relishing the experience. Courts in the UK, at least Crown Courts, still seem to be frightfully smart.
The case (NO DETAILS!) is full of video footage and statements, the latter read out by the terribly upper class:
Defense Barrister: ".Fuck you"
Judge: "What did you say?"
DB: "I said, Fuck you, My Lord."
Judge: "I see, thank you."
I shall be sad to get back to the real world.