You can’t take a camera phone into the Downing Centre Courts, so I had to check my phone at the door. And my embroidery scissors, and a small pen knife I had. No big deal.
But after court I went to meet my father for lunch at the Supreme Court – he was there as the Executor of George’s will, lodging some paperwork. Mum and I were meeting dad at the restuarant on the 14th floor for lunch. I expected that they would take my phone, so I surrendered it, only to be told it was ok.
BUT THEY TOOK MY KNITTING !!!!!!!!!!!!
Disco Knitter 