During my early legal days, I became embroiled in increasingly snarky correspondence with a respected firm of solicitors. They knew I wasn’t a qualified lawyer at that stage and, I felt, they had taken several opportunities in correspondence to let me know they were dealing with an idiot – and, by God, I wasn’t going to let them get away with it.
As we prepared for court, my supervisor instructed a very experienced and wise barrister. He took us through the strengths and weaknesses of our case. He told us he thought our analysis was right and that we had good prospects of success.
