I realise now that I've obviously done something very wrong in my life. It might have been this year, it might well have been years ago. Perhaps, even, my wrongdoing is yet to come around. However, I realise now that my eleven weeks on jury service was pain resulting from some other please - penance for an earlier sin, or a sin I have yet to commit.

It is, of course, over now and I returned back to the world of the working yesterday. It'll probably be the longest break I'll get from work prior to my retirement (if such a concept still exists when I reach that age), yet I was thoroughly pleased to be back at work. I'm sure the enthusiasm won't last, but I'm fortunate that I'm in a job that I genuinely enjoy and get something out of.

I don't really want to talk too much about my jury experience, and I think after I click 'publish' on this entry I'm not going to talk about it again. It's a shame, because there's so much I have to say. However, despite doing the justice thing and meeting some nice people along the way, there's a certain emptiness at the end. This, I'm guessing, is the emptiness you get when you expect something but get nothing. I thought there would be lots of positives from my experince, but there are only really negatives.

I know that I sound like a miserable bastard, sometimes. I'm not doing it for effect, but I'm a fucker for over-exaggerating things. I'm happy at the moment, as it's back to normal life. These days, normal life ain't too bad at all. Usually when I say that something bad happens but I'm comfortable in the knowledge that whatever does happen, I'm exempt from serving on a jury for the next ten years of my life.