Being on Time
So, you have probably noticed that I’ve been a bit remiss keeping my diary up to date. I would trot out the usual reasons; heavenly beaurocracy, busy cases, being mugged on your way home (I’m kidding, I was mugged between cases, home is in heaven which is a notoriously low-crime area). But I’m not going to do that, not because any of those things isn’t true, but because I promised myself that I’d keep this thing updated every Monday.
Obviously, I’ve failed in that regard, so I shall simply promise to do better.
As for the mugging, it may or may not surprise you to know that we occasionally visit our cases in person. Any visit has to be specially sanctioned by the authorities, we have to adopt a character that no one will interact with or care about (we normally choose tramps or health and safety inspectors), there has to be very little risk and we have to make damn sure we don’t end up on TV. (Seriously, I ended up in a newspaper back in 1305 and I never heard the end of it.) So I was dressed as a tramp, which leads me to wonder just how desperate people are.