A wee short blog about how pissed off I am.

About a fortnight before the closedown, I received an email from a young, recently qualified, colleague working for another local firm. She had a client in the upper half of a semi villa who had required to instruct an emergency roof repair and was now looking to recover half of the cost from their uncooperative downstairs neighbour. Correspondence having failed to get a response, did I perhaps have a style for the writ to be issued?

I didn't. But I knew what it required to say, so I replied with a suggested crave (the remedy sought), a suggested condescendence (an essential narrative of the supporting facts) and the necessary plea in law (a, not suggested, justification of right to remedy). I would like to say I did that, from greater experience as a practitioner, to help her out, as I did, (a more common occurrence than you might think) but I also did it because I enjoyed the intellectual exercise involved.

Nobody does their job well without enjoying it as more than just a job.

I love my job and I can't currently do it.

And I really miss it. I miss saying that "There is no way a court will allow him to see your kids whenever he does, or doesn't, want. I don't care what he said".  "Your employers won't pay your wages after your accident? Take it from me, that will shortly be the least of their worries. I don't care what they said". "No matter what the kind Police Officer said to you on release. We are pleading to fuck all here. I don't care what she said"

I even miss the "You fell down your own stairs while drunk and want compensation? Who are you suggesting we sue here? The council whose stairs they were? The Monks of Buckfast Abbey? You yourself?"

I just really miss it.