It seems that piecing myself together again adds strength, or determination at any rate. Yesterday, having dealt with the forms, I got in the car and drove over to Norwich to deliver them. The post would have done just as well and only taken an extra day, but it seemed terribly important to tick the job off by having done it personally. Then last night, I emailed the valuer and asked for an appointment, which we have made for next week. That’s for the house contents. It’s a beastly thing and I deeply resent it – it’s nothing to do with Russell’s death but only about mine. Because of the amount his estate is likely to come to, they want to be sure of what furniture etc we have, so that they can come to my children when I die and demand the inheritance tax. I knew to expect it from the start, but it still stings and, however sensitive and helpful the valuer will be, he’s still eyeing up my belongings and it feels like an intrusion. It’s taken me this long to be able to make the appointment.
However, it’s all progress, in more than one sense. Addressing these matters will make me free in the end and help me to regain good memories.
I’m still keen to create new ones too so, before long, I’ll start looking at dates for a possible blog party. This year’s or next’s will be the last one in this house, so I hope it’ll be a good one.