Coming into the final straight
I got a glimmer it was not going to be an easy week when I found my best glasses on the desk chair; the lenses looked undamaged but the frames were skewhi’fft. I dropped them into the optician expecting the usual 3 week wait and to my delight she said she had just has a similar pair delivered and if I could give her half an hour they could fix them.
I collected them on the way back from the hairdressers, she adjusted them to my physiog and all was well. As I paid the £119 she suggested I claimed on my insurance- a thing we never seem to do. I phoned them the same day and two days later got a cheque for £69.
The week-end got off to a good start with the arrival of our French son and he enjoyed his Minehead favourite; Cornish pasty, baked potato and veg and there was a gorgeous Bailey’s dessert which the Warminster family left after Christmas.
On Saturday we knew we had a busy day ahead and left home at 9.20am for our final dual visit to the solicitor but apparently we are still ‘coming into the final straight’ – just over a year - even though we were told,
‘Your husband left his affairs in very good order.’
What it must be like if you have no funds I dread to think. To make things as easy as possible for the survivor is a gesture of love IMO so some time ago I sent off for a funeral package.
We found a bank open on Saturday and prepared the way for a trust fund to be opened in my husband’s name, then off in the wind and rain to
. M had brought two suitcases; one for food and
one for clothes. In spite of the weather
we had difficulty parking the car – a Nissan I think - which was high and
mighty, a bit tank- like but did the job.
I enjoyed being arbiter – pleased that my opinion was valued.
Apple pies, H.P. sauce, Cheddar cheese and cheese biscuits, Earl Grey, PG tips and Marmite were bought - useful info should you want to take a gift to
. In between darting through the wet gusts we
managed a light lunch at The County Stores. France
I stocked up on my favourite make up but M knew I was hoping to buy a tablet so we picked up the car and drove out to the estate that houses stores like Curry’s and P.C. World.
We settled on a Samsung Galaxy and booked a ‘Setting up’ and Know How session. M had recently bought one so was also interested. Unfortunately they were too busy to fit the appointment in so farmed it out to the neighbouring store which meant hanging around for half an hour or so. There was a Costa’s coffee shop across the way and as we have just had one open in Minehead I thought it would be useful to try. M is more of a coffee boy and it was too strong and too much for me.
Back through the wind and rain for the ‘setup’ and ‘know how’ session where I had to remember various passwords and decide about apps. An utter novice I chose kindle, blogger and net fix and hope that gradually it will all become clear.
By the time we reached home after the long drive it was getting on for 7pm so I phoned the hotel and delayed our dinner so we could shower and change.
Previously Joy had given me a voucher for a reduced meal for two – with a bottle of wine if you went in February. I gave this to Mark and we were able to use it.
All was well with the exception of the avocado which was hard.
Next morning M changed light bulbs, carried the dehumidifier upstairs and took stuff to the dump. He noticed Alastair’s magnificent vintage overcoat hanging in the garage – waiting to go to charity. He remembered trying to persuade his father to let him have it to take to Uni but A was using it and still did last year for winter funerals.
It looked splendid on M and I was happy to think it would be kept in the family.
After a mellow lunch but no alcohol, M drove off to
Bristol and a flight to . Paris
By Monday I had my first cold/flu – with all the trimmings - for ten years and decided to coddle myself and stay put until I felt better. The paroxysms of violent sneezing convinced me I shouldn’t see anyone and talking on the phone was difficult. By Friday the sun was out and I was almost out of food so Sheila very kindly dropped me at the Co-op- I did a quick shop – to be delivered, and took a cab home. I got a funny look when I asked the lady at the till for a shilling.
‘Could you give me a shilling please for my trolley?’
Her face broke into a big grin.
‘I think you and me are the only ones here who know what a shilling is.’
I forgot to tell you – in the midst of my flu/cold I received not one but three funeral packs and a follow up phone call. Not the best of timesJ.