Mum update

There is no change in Mum, of course.

She is gone.

But the wheels of bureaucracy turn slowly, and then when you least expect it, things change.

On Wednesday, her annual bank statements arrived: £22 interest on eight grand in savings. I mean, hardly worth the effort to count it, really.

But it gave something to scan and send to the solicitor, and be able to ask the question if there was any news. Any news at all, really.

I got a reply just after ten yesterday, saying that probate had been granted, the court papers arrived that very morning.

So I issued instructions for the house to be put on the market, if there is a market for houses at the moment, and so now we wait some more.

A lot more, I suspect.

But the end is near, and we will soon have closure, and a new phase of our life will begin, when we will have paid off our mortgage, so working for ourselves, and our heads full of plans to travel the world.

But for now, we wait some more.