Well its 9.30pm and I’ve given myself indigestion trying to get myself ready for my maintenance pending suit hearing tomorrow. My rather excellent Sunday Roast is (apart from the indigestion) a distant memory. Never try and number crunch after too many helpings of roast potatoes. The scrutinising of other people’s bank statements should be banned on Sundays.

I am now going to redress the work-life imbalance by watching rubbish tv in bed, to sleep soundly in the knowledge that my afternoon / evening of hard work will (as sure as Monday follows Sunday) be rewarded by a serious drubbing by the learned Judge in the morning. Ah, the rewards of this vocation are truly endless and incomparable…