Well I've spent two days sitting around in Southwark Crown Court waiting to hear my name be called out. It's a bit like playing the lottery, you're so bored that you really want to hear your name and at the same time you're hoping that it doesn't get called lest you end up on some boring trial which involves you leaving the court all the time because they want to discuss a point of law.
Then this afternoon, having been sent home early yesterday they call my name out and I know it means I am going home early.. great I think, but oh no, not this time. This time they say "give me your smartcard for the canteen and your time sheet. You need to be at the Old Bailey tomorrow at 9.30am sharp."
Fanbloodytastic! John Grisham novel next though.