Probate has entered my vocabulary, so has Letter of Renunciation. I’m getting to grips with bequests and legacies. Yes, I am making a start on the paperwork to do with Mother’s will. It was the arrival of the undertakers’ invoice on Saturday that made me cancel plans to go to das Boot and instead face this new challenge.
It turns out that the will I have a copy of is out of date. So is the address for the solicitor. By afternoon I was talking to the right person and popping a copy of Mother’s death certificate in the post. The Probate Office was very helpful advising me that if Mother’s will is straightforward, and it seems to be, we should ask the solicitors to renounce their position as executors and apply for probate ourselves. If my sister agrees, that’s what we’ll do. We would have to supply the information the solicitors need for the forms, so it is not as though it represents much more work than we’d have to do anyway. Even the solicitor I spoke to agreed it would make more sense for us to do it. We’ll have to pay for the letter, but it’ll be less than the fees.
The death certificate is clocking up the miles. Earlier I took it to the bank together with the invoice so that funds will be released. The girl who saw me lost her grandfather in February and was saying how some days she had felt incapable of doing her job.
Mother has a large accrued debt for care to pay to the council. I rang to say she had died and to find out if we might be able to pay off the debt in instalments using the rent from her house. It sounded promising, but we shall see.
It rained quite heavily at times today. Amazing. We have had three dry and sunny days over the weekend and Whit Bank Holiday. Usually the words Bank Holiday, like Wimbledon and Diamond Jubilee are all it takes for icy winds to blow and clouds heavy with rain to gather. Last night I thought the garden needed watering. Thanks rain.
MasterB has lost his second collar this week and it’s only Tuesday.