7.00 I am awake now but recalcitrant. I stay in bed and check emails (and yes, shame file, Face book and Twitter).
7:10 When I finally actually get out of bed I am officially late-ish. I brush my teeth and 'get dressed to shoes' (thanks Flylady). I am a night time showerer. I cannot stand getting in to bed without washing the day off me. It is also much easier with blow drying hair, and I usually exercise at night.
A splash and dash freshens me for the morning, then into hair and make up.
Despite already being late-ish I decide to experiment with a new up-do. I am looking for a fancy lady lawyer do suitable for court that does not interfere with the pulsating pain emanating from my brainstem.
After wrangling pins for 20 minutes I give up and go with a loose-ish ballet bun with a bit of volume up front.
7.45 I prod hubs awake (again) and this time it takes. We make the bed together (only sure-fire way neither of us will get back in) and he heads down stairs to forage for food.
My clothes are ready. I get them all out and select accessories the night before (Flylady again).
It is Fashion Friday and I have a big case starting so I am wearing a favorite lacy skirt that ALWAYS draws compliments (not that I expect the Judge to be impressed by my skirt, but it will give me extra confidence in Court).
I realize I will never be a truly successful blogger if I cannot take photos of myself in the mirror. Must work on this!
7.55 I head downstairs and get ready to leave. Hubs hands me the pre-conception vitamins I must take with food. I am nowhere near hungry so I chew down half a muesli bar (is that food for these purposes?) and take my vitamins.
I grab a bagel for the road to appease my husband (doubting it ill be consumed...) and my coffee. My one, precious, 150mg coffee I get in a day.
8.10 I am now officially late. I step outside and remember I live on the Yorkshire Moors and not in suburban Sydney.
I kiss Heathcliff goodbye and set out. My usually 40 minute drive is lengthened due to the uncharacteristic mist and fog.
9.05 Walk in the door to my office. I prepare to be bombarded! I supervise a team of solicitors and support staff, as well as running my own practice. I know my staff will have loads of questions and problems for me as soon as I walk in. I also know I am trying a huge case and it starts today. I will need time in my office to focus and prepare.
The first person I see is my assistant. She thrusts a post-it at me stating that a lawyer from another firm wants me to mention something for him today. I hand the post-it off to the solicitor handling that particular matter and keep going.
Before I get to my office three more staff approach me. I love supervision but it does eat in to the time I can spend on my actual cases! I am lamenting the extra time in bed and hair styling this morning. My brain stem continues to pulsate.
I deposit the bagel in the fridge with every intention to eat it. One day.
9.20 I gather up all the files and documents I need for this hearing.
I realize it will not all fit in the suitcase I take to Court so I off-load a few volumes to the junior solicitor assisting me to carry.
A final check of my inbox (virtual and physical), a whip around the staff to make sure they are all set for the day and I head off with my posse. There are four of us walking to court together.
9.30 On the way out my boss wishes me luck. She knows this is a huge case and how demanding it has been.
9.40 Arrive at Court and chat with the other solicitors in my matter. The case involves two profoundly deaf parties so we need sign language interpreters. There has been an ongoing argument about the qualifications of the interpreters the court has previously booked. One solicitor informs me that if Level 2 interpreters arrive she is applying to the Supreme Court for a stay of the proceedings. I am glad I wore my fancy skirt.
10am Parties are called into Court. We have three level 3 interpreters and one is on the way. We are told the 4th person is a level 2. The Judge stands us down until they arrive.
I take the time to properly unpack all my files on the bar table and get situated.
10.10 The fourth interpreter arrives and is a level 3! Hallelujah! The Judges allows the interpreters to re-arrange the room a little to allow the best visual line. They advise him how they will conduct the translations and that they rotate every 15 minutes. We are reminded to speak slowly and clearly to assist them.
10.30 Evidence finally commences. Due to the interpreters it is slow going. Very shortly a huge argument erupts over some documents that were not contained in the discovery. The Judge goes off the bench and the lawyers all look at the new document.
Legal argument continues and we do not get very far at all.
11.30 The Judge calls morning tea and orders all the lawyers to get together and work out an agreed version of the document. I feel physically and emotionally like I have been slamming my head on the bar table all morning.
11.55 Cross-examination of the first witness continues.
1pm We brake for lunch. I had to the cafe across the road and grab my favorite felafel zataar and a coke. Full strength coke! Very unusual for me. I need it today.
While all my colleagues eat at the cafe I return to court to review the newly discovered documents and refine my cross.
2pm I cross examine the first fitness. I go last in the order, just before re-examination. I call for some documents which the witness now says never existed. Legal argument arises again.
3pm The second witness is called. Her evidence in chief last 45 minutes.
3.45 The judge realises we will not finish this witness today so he excuses her. We spend 20 minutes on legal argument and housekeeping. The matter has 4 more days, but not until 9 August. We confirm the order of witnesses for the remaining days.
4.20 Pack up my bags to head to the office. One of the lawyers in my case (who I support) wants to debrief. We have a quick chat and agree that we cannot decide where the Judge is leaning. It is too early.
4.30 I walk back to the office. I seriously consider heading straight home.
4.40 I arrive in the office as people are packing up to start the weekend. Although I have been in court all day I have not actually got any work done! I spend and hour on paperwork, emails and correspondence. I prepare the files I need for court on Monday.
6pm I leave work for the week and head home! Hooray! It is raining so the drive is still slow. Un-hooray!
6.50 Arrive at home and Hubs is already in his music room working on The Full Monty. We agree on Pizza for dinner (hey people - i know this would be a big day and actually wrote take-out on the meal plan!).
7.30 We settle down with pizza, cheesey garlic bread and shows on the DVR.
Is there a better site on a Friday night?
9.20 I am fading fast. I give in to my patheticness and head upstairs. After a quick shower I get my ballet clothes ready for the next morning. Hubs sets up the coffee machine and timer (bless him).
I read for a while and indulge in my latest obsession - Tetris on my DS.
10.00 I put the news on my little radio and settle in for sleep. Hubs is still reading.
Soon it will be time for ballet.
Note - my husband's name is not really Heathcliff.