The weather had been changeable for a while, like my mood, which varied according to the progress of the case against me.
Vidar Waagenes had called the police lawyer in Sogn og Fjordane on Wednesday morning. He brought me up to date on the phone: ‘She’s going to review the case and email us the reasoning behind the confiscation of your driving licence.’
‘And how long will that take, do you think?’
‘She promised she’d have a look at some point during the day.’
Nevertheless, it was Thursday afternoon before Waagenes emailed me those reasons. I hit the roof. Once again, the email described how I’d almost had collisions, almost swerved off t