I just thought I could squeak in another post before the end of the month, and here it is! Today has been cold, windy, rainy - and very trying for me. I had arranged for a Legal man to come and help me write a Will, something I have been successfully avoiding for a good few years. I looked in my document box last night and discovered the last one I wrote which was in 1988. It was the year after we moved to Cambridge, when my children were still young (9 and 7) and there was a lot of complicated stuff going on in our lives. I had recovered from the brain tumour and we were happily settled in our new house, but it had been traumatic to say the least. Anyway, what I discovered when I found the Will was that I had signed it but not had it witnessed! As it turned out it hadn't mattered because here I still am - and also it was a registered copy, not the original which I assume is still sitting tight in the old Solicitor's office! What a palaver, but we sat here for an hour and a half at the end of which I had a draft Will and a possible Power of Attorney too. Enough said - and I spent the rest of the day feeling rather overwhelmed by it all. It's expensive too, but I guess it removes any anxiety for my Children when the inevitable happens.
What a day, and something I don't want to repeat really. And just to cheer me up further, I had a letter from the Eye Hospital confirming that I need three more eye injections, and casually mentioning that my eyes have deteriorated a bit since they were last examined. Oh bugger, it seems I am gradually falling apart.
I'll just say goodbye to June, and to you, for now...Let's hope for a better July.
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