It's a bit odd, being in work on a Saturday. But it's the price I'll pay for more days off - more weekends on. I think...I think it'll work out, though. I definitely look forward to spending more time with John - just the two of us, with the boys off at school. I think we need it. And if John works at the surgery sometimes, I'll also get a bit of time to myself on occasion. Which I've been missing, if I'm honest.
Yesterday, as some of you will have picked up, wasn't the best of days. Usually - and I hope you don't think this sounds callous - by the time a case reaches court, you just...you know everything there is to know, nothing's surprising any more. You can stand up, give your evidence, watch others give theirs, and in a way it's nice, to know you're nearly done of it. Another case over. Of course, if your suspect gets off, then that's very hard to cope with, because you just go over and over everything in your head, wondering what you could have done differently.
But they don't usually get off. Usually it's as much 'closure' as the family will ever get, watching someone be taken down from the dock. And as a police officer, you move on.
Yesterday's case I had to give evidence for wasn't my case - I was the officer on duty and called to the scene, which is why I was there to give evidence. I arrested the suspects, although then, because of various reasons, another team took over the investigation - a specialist team. But I still had to go to court to give my account of the murder scene, the suspects and why I arrested them, all of that. It's taken a long time to come to court, so there was a lot of evidence I hadn't known about - had no reason to. And it was a very brutal, violent case. Hard to hear it all. You can't help but look at the jury, wonder how they'll ever wipe it from their minds, and the family, the friends, how they must feel finding out the detail of what happened to their loved one.
I just hope the case goes well.
Anyway, have a picture of the inscription above the door of the Old Bailey.