We retired to consider the evidence and there was so much stuff that I ended up shoving some items in my pocket just to make sure we got everything we needed.
Anyway, having found the defendant guilty we sentenced, including a Forfeiture and Destruction orer on the Cannabis.
Driving home I was aware of a distinct smell of herbal Cannabis in the car and assumed it was on my hands having examiined several street wraps which were exhibited in evidence.
Having arrived home I gave my hands a good wash and there was no more Cannabis smell, which by the way, if you've never come in contact with it, stinks.
Later yesterday evening I went into the bedroom and was nearly high on the spot from the stink of Cannabis and it was then that I remembered having stuffed the street wraps in my suit jacket pocket earlier when we retired to consider the evidence. OOOPS...
A quick phone call to the central Police station in Wolverhampton and I got through to the exhibits officer, explaining my problem. The £^$%"^£ laughed his head off... and so did the two Police officers who turned up some time later to take possession of the Cannabis.
Imagine if I've been stopped for a spot check on the way home. I'd have had some explaining to do