With all three ladies having streaming head colds, no-one was going anywhere today.
This afternoon I scanned and e-mailed to the cemetery officials a copy of Mum’s grant of probate. Apparently this is necessary to have our mother’s name added to our father’s gravestone. I then focussed on completing a form for recovery of Jean Knight’s Premium Bonds, until I realised that I cannot do this until the Bank Account has been freed.
Checking the renewal of our home insurance policy was straightforward enough.
Next, I read four more chapters of Charles Dickens’s ‘Bleak House’ and scanned the relevant illustrations.
‘Mr Tulkinghorn, standing in the darkness opposite’
‘Sir Leicester finds the cousins useful’
‘Pacing her rooms, her figure twisted as if by pain’
‘She flings the sovereigns on the floor’
This evening, while the others grazed, Jackie and I dined on her delicious chicken and vegetable stewp with which she drank Hoegaarden and I finished the Fleurie.