It looks like a Jury, but it was in the golden oldie home where my dad was in London. He is sitting in the middle. I think they were judging the results of a game they were playing, something like a lotto match. I cannot remember who won, but my dad was still quite good at this age in the nineties.

Actually he was once called for jury duty. He did not mind as it meant no work, but you got extra money for the work. The were no serious cases he had to judge, more embezzlement and fraud – no murders. I think he quite enjoyed the work, and took it quite serioiusly. I remember hime telling me all about it afterwards – typical dad. He always saw the funny side of everthing. In England you was only allowed jury duty in the rent book of the property where you were living was in your name, which was the case.