Busy day. Made a start on the nightmare that is called Probate. One of the forms has an accompanying 40-page book of notes – which themselves do not make it any clearer. I don’t actually believe our affairs are complicated enough to warrant probate. I will call some helplines tomorrow.
Earlier, I confirmed the costs of running memorial notices in several regional newspapers (where J had taught) with the funeral director. Unbelievable. I’m not going to think about it though. It’s something I had decided upon very early on. If a single person in the West Country in his or her early 30’s sees the notice and thinks “that name seems familiar… she was my first teacher!” then it will be worth it.
Sent the timeline through to the celebrant, incomplete but it will do, and downloaded good-quality versions of the songs I’d chosen for the service. Music usually stirs the emotions and these were no exception.
Took a break out for lunch with the girls – we all like the Pret A Manger sandwich bar, so went to Bicester Village – not our sort of place at all – and we didn’t go into a single shop other than the Pret bar. Then to the nearby aquatic centre where we bought some fish (cardinal tetras and the rather weird ghost catfish, fish fans). And thence to a local pet shop, the charmingly-named Alison’s Animals in Kidlington. To my surprise, they did indeed stock guinea-pigs, and the girls fell in love at first sight of two male GPs. So we reserved them – because the b****y cage hasn’t arrived yet. The GPs were named within seconds, but I think I should save that piece of information for the next episode… I mean, next post.
At home, it was Tae-Kwon Do for Alice, a run around Bicester for me, and a delicious chicken casserole for everybody afterwards, cooked by Ian next door . (“Everyone likes that, it’s the law”) .
If you’ve got this far, you’re still in shock from today’s photo aren’t you??