The main reason I kept judging for 21 years was my invincible fear of having to listen to valedictories and replying to them on my exit.
Eventually, I devised a cunning plan.
On 11 July 2016 I sneaked out of the back door of my court building for the last time with my colleagues deceived into the belief that I had another three days to go hearing a complicated family case.
In fact, I had secretly arranged to take those three days as holiday. A week later colleagues and staff had a buffet lunch on me. I was elsewhere. One of the cakes was iced 'GOOD BYE' . No prizes for guessing it should have been 'GOODBYE' . Waitrose got it wrong! Not a small claim, I hope.