Talking to friends is so healing. Not that this isn’t going to be a life-long process, but both talking and listening are good for both parties. So, here are good things from today.
A friend called in for coffee.
I then went out and met a friend for more coffee.
I met today’s postman in the drive and he stopped to say he was sorry to hear about Russell and we talked for several minutes. What a nice man.
In the post was a cheque for £25, which is the third Premium Bond win, since Russell died, from his bonds. I find this quite comforting.
I dusted and hoovered, I cleaned the kitchen and I descaled the filter on the dishwasher.
I got all the papers together for Tim, my accountant – he already had most of the information he needed, but now he has all of it, including some to do with my family trust (it’s a small one, nothing exciting) that I have been too stressed at the thought to deal with for nearly twelve years. The realisation, finally, that time will not make it easier and that it’s a clear lesson to learn regarding Russell’s estate, pushed me into Just Doing It. Or rather, to gather things up and employ someone to do it.
I’d found a bundle of Russell’s dividend vouchers and gave them to Tim. Looking through them, he found £55 in a folded sheet of paper.
Ben has been very loving and cuddly all evening.
I had a delicious ribeye steak for dinner.
I opened a bottle of Prosecco and drank a toast to Russell to thank him for the cheque. Well, I wanted to thank someone.
This evening, I chilled and watched a film. I can’t remember the last time I did that. Maybe soon I’ll manage to read another book. I haven’t read more than a few pages of one this month yet. I’ve read maybe half a dozen books in the last four months, when I used to read that many in a week. It’s not exactly that I can’t concentrate, but that I can’t get interested; or rather, that I can’t care.
Now, I’m going to let the dog out and back in again, have a bath and go to bed. Stuff to do in the garden tomorrow.