Yesterday I went to court to appear as a witness to an assault that happened last May. I’d never been before, but was nervously anticipating my time in the dock, because I wanted to do my part in helping to convict the guy.
Arriving about fifteen minutes early at 09:30, I was told by the lady at reception to go up and sit in “waiting room D.” Making my way up the stairs and along the corridors it occurred to me that there were a whole lot of waiting rooms.
I entered room D to see a middle aged man and a police officer sitting on opposite sides . I bid them good morning, but got the impression that chat wasn’t high on the agenda, so I took a seat on the same wall as the door and we sat there in silence as the room filled up with new arrivals.