I’m taking very slow steps towards changing my name. Fortunately, LT understands me as I understand him (we’re very alike in many ways) and knows that it’s no reluctance on my part but a sort of caution – the ins and outs of things are complicated. For example, I’ve sent our marriage licence to my solicitor so that she can get my name changed on various documents – which seems to be quite enough to register the house, shares and other rather important things – but, when I told the agents who let my flat in London, they said that, not only would they need the licence but also my passport and a utility bill so that they could do a money laundering check. Of course, this is ridiculous. Total jobsworthiness. I’ve written back good-humouredly to say that, in that case, since I haven’t changed any utility companies or my passport, it’ll have to stay as it is but they’ll have to either pay my rent into an account not in the name they have or else it’ll have to be paid into a different account at another bank that is. I daresay they’ll get back to me in the next day or so. They will find nothing in my new name anyway, of course. I’ve got plenty of credentials in my previous married name. I’m finding it quite hard not to overreact and find it discriminatory. But I’m a reasonable, balanced sort of woman on the whole (yes, I see you snigger) and I’ll get over my indignation. But if it’s this much trouble, I’ve a feeling it’ll take years for me to to return to a single identity. And there’s a sense in which I haven’t just one, of course, but you know what I mean.