“Well, I didn’t mean to hit him, Your Honour, it’s just that he made that same old joke again about cups of coffee magically appearing in front of him, and I was tired, and I’d worked so hard and…” her voice trailed off.
Her husband glared from the gallery.
The Honourable Magistrate Jennifer Collins eyed the defendant and pondered her decision. She recalled the pile of washing waiting at home, unswept floors, meals to cook.
“Innocent of all charges,” she said, and banged the gavel down.