This was another dreary day outside so we stayed in and I read more of “Great Expectations” and scanned a further 7 of Charles Keeping’s outstanding illustrations.
‘Mrs Pocket falling into discussion with Drummle’
‘The weather was miserably raw, and the two convicts cursed the cold’
‘She held her dress in one hand, and with the other lightly touched my shoulder as we walked’
‘The prisoners were buying beer, and talking to friends’
‘Rattling up Newgate-street’
‘The six bearers shuffled and blundered along under the guidance of two keepers’
Although I have completed the probate forms and presented them to Mum’s other joint executor for signature, I realised this afternoon that we probably had the seniority in this instance the wrong way round.
Eighteen years my junior, my brother Joseph is the acknowledged best mathematician among the siblings. He has now demonstrated a superior ability to decipher probate forms and worked out what is required to prepare another set. We will deal with this next Saturday.
This evening we dined on succulent Hunter’s chicken served with crisp chips and plump garden peas. Jackie drank Hoegaarden and I finished the Chianti.