Well there I am. I rush home from Spain (it was getting too hot for me anyway), ready and willing (well, at least reluctantly prepared) to fulfil my civic duties by acting as a juror in the sheriff court tomorrow, only to find that they do not need me until Friday.
I suppose I should be grateful that there is now a telephone number to call after 5 pm to find out if you are needed or not for the next day. I do feel slightly deflated, however, that my (perhaps) momentous date with the Scottish justice system has been postponed. But chances are that I would never have been chosen.