hey, you've had no worse a day than me. I go to court, I talk to client, the JUdge decides to do nothing, I have big row with Judge trying to persuade him to do something, judge ignores me, my client cries (it is 2 years since this kicked off and she is in a terrible state). I row with Judge some more, judge tells me to shut up. I get on train home and realise that Mr BM is out and I have no keys. My mobile shuts down due to lack of battery. I get home. In black court dress, stockings and stillettos, I use the chair in the front garden to scale the fence to see if I can get in the back. By this time, I am dying for a wee. Have no choice but to do the necessary in the garden. thankfully, Mr BM can't lock a door so I got in.
Nonetheless, I am left with a feeling of utter helplessness, that despite arguing to the best of my ability and employing every trick in the book, my poor client is still up Sugar street.