April 2023 to June 2023
The Curtain Lifted, the Safety Net Fell

The Solicitor Stepped Aside
And The Defendant Stepped In
The Defence solicitor didn’t vanish. Not exactly.
An email dated 19 April confirmed his client’s intent to act in person.
No fanfare. No handover. No explanation.
Just a quiet retreat, timed with the turning tide.
It was enough for the court’s record—But not for mine.
For nearly two years, the Defence solicitor had orchestrated delays, diluted clarity, and wrapped deflection in procedural bows.
The moment the expert’s report tilted away from their defence, he stepped out of view.
I can’t prove the link to that 2020 kitchen threat.
But I remember it clearly:
“I have a family member who’s a top-notch solicitor and enjoys ripping the skin off people like you.”
Six months later, the Defence solicitor appeared.
Coincidence? Perhaps.
But the tactics felt familiar.
And the exit felt planned.
The Defendant Bypassed the Process
On 20 April, the Defendant broke protocol.
Instead of waiting for coordinated submission of expert questions — he went direct.
No copied parties. No procedural respect.
Just a separate email thread, reframing the record, denying responsibility, and repackaging decisions as mutual ones.
He disputed:
These weren’t clarifications.
They were revisions.
Meanwhile, I followed the Court’s Order to the letter:
Insurance: Declared, but Undelivered
The Defendant claimed Public Liability Insurance.
On record. In writing. Repeatedly.
So, I asked:
My solicitor chased it.
The Defendant did not answer. - Twice.
Her final position:
“I can only assume they will not be indemnifying him…”
“There is no way of finding out whether he had cover in place…”
A claim made for effect.
But never backed by proof.
My Solicitor: Present, Polite, but Passive
Throughout April, my solicitor remained responsive.
She relayed barrister fees.
Confirmed expert procedures.
Issued reminders and filed timely submissions.
But she did not challenge the Defendant’s breach of process.
Nor did she escalate his early submission.
Her tone softened.
Her stance relaxed.
She noted contradictions — but didn’t contest them.
The baton was placed back in my hand.
I Ran the Case — Again
While counsel retreated and court waited —
I held the line:
It wasn’t just my name on the claim — it was my structure, my stamina, my story.
April’s Final Frame
The Defendant didn’t follow the rules.
He played to the optics.
The Defence solicitor didn’t disappear.
He exited without engagement.
My solicitor didn’t falter.
She stood gently aside.
And me?
I didn’t lose control.
I recalibrated it.
With precision. With proof. Without noise.
Because when the scaffolding slipped — the foundation had to hold.
Postscript – A Suspicion That Never Left
By the end of April, the solicitor had vanished, the Defendant had stepped forward, and the procedural mask had slipped. But one memory began resurfacing—one I’d brushed off at the time.
In June 2020, during a confrontation that later became part of the A&S police report, Brace made a comment about having a solicitor in the family. At the time, I took it as an intimidation tactic—bluster rather than truth.
Then, in January 2021, the Defence Solicitor was appointed.
I can’t prove a connection. But the timing, the tactics, and the tone?
They raised questions that have never fully gone away.
His behaviour. His disregard for balanced process. His sudden disappearance after the expert’s report.
It all suggested a dynamic that wasn't entirely professional—or procedural.
I’m not asserting fact.
But I am preserving the record.
May 2023
The Month They Couldn’t Reframe the Evidence
So They Tried to Undervalue It
Their questions came late. Their denials came thin. But the evidence I built spoke for itself.
By May, the expert’s full replies were in — and they didn’t just endorse my questions, they exposed the flaws the Defendant had spent months trying to downplay. Line by line, the report confirmed what I’d been documenting since 2020:
This wasn’t an opinion. This was a forensic dissection of a failed build.
They Pushed Their Version. I Held the Record.
The Defendant’s response to the expert wasn’t a denial — it was a story. He claimed I’d selected fittings, approved plans, and somehow directed the work. But at no point did he back it up with diagrams or emails. Because those documents don’t exist.
I didn’t take the bait. I didn’t argue narrative. I relied on evidence: emails, contracts, invoices, and photos — all lined up before the report was even written.
The expert saw that. He stayed impartial, but it was clear: my documentation gave him clarity. The Defendant gave him very little.
They Questioned Damages. I Questioned Why.
When counsel issued advice on liability and quantum, I reviewed it closely. He advised offering £12,500 — less than the total damages outlined in the expert’s report.
I didn’t challenge it emotionally. I asked:
I pressed for clarity. Because if I hadn’t, those absences would’ve carried through to court.
I Didn’t Wait to Lose — So I Planned to Win.
While they negotiated figures, I safeguarded facts.
They spoke of resolution. I ensured enforceability.
May’s Legacy in the Record
Outcome and Impact
What May Really Proved:
This wasn’t about blame. It was about proof.
They submitted stories.
I submitted evidence.
And for once, the formal record matched the truthful accounts.
Clarifying Counsel’s Role
Counsel wasn’t someone I could approach directly. He was instructed through my solicitor, and access had to go through formal channels.
I’m not sure whether he was acting solely for me or advising more broadly — but his advice shaped the next steps.
June 2023
I Signed the Schedules. But Not the Silence.
They tried to draft closure. I marked the faults in the margins.
By June, I was exhausted — but not careless.
I’d covered thousands in expert fees, briefed counsel, submitted documents on time, and followed every direction of the Court. The trial was close.
Pressure rising. And the Schedules of Special Damages arrived for signature.
But they weren’t accurate — especially regarding the wet room.
My solicitor asked for the Schedules to be signed and served by 15 June. I understood the urgency. But I couldn’t overlook what had been lightly papered over across those pages:
So, I signed.
But I also wrote:
“These schedules are not factually accurate, especially in regard to the wet room.”
What They Claimed vs. What I Knew and Could Prove
They listed the wet room remedy at £1,433. But I had:
“The falls/cross falls in the wet room floor are inadequate… The whole floor needs to be broken up and reset.”
The expert never saw what the Defendant buried.
His recommendation covered a surface.
Mine preserved a safety requirement.
The Offer Went Out. The Protest Went In.
At the start of June, I’d instructed my solicitor to file a Part 36 Offer of
£12,500.
I’d already pre-paid counsel’s fees.
I’d followed advice.
And I’d chased accuracy — right down to the maths and missing context.
The urgency to prepare for trial meant things moved fast — but not always cleanly.
And speed, I knew, could be used to silence protest.
So, I spoke before they hit send.
The floor may have been boxed in — but I will not allow the facts to be.
—(From my email, 11 June 2023)
What June Showed
I gave them my signature.
And then I gave them my dissent.
Because procedure may require a line at the bottom of the page.
But accountability lives in the lines above it.
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