I woke feeling full of
energy and raring to go only to see that it was only half past one, and then
dozed fitfully, waking every twenty minutes or so. I hate that; it happens too
often.
I
eventually gave up trying to sleep and got up. I took the puppies outside...
they are funny little things, but they aren't daft. Usually when we go outside
they mess about and pootle and take their time. But they know that once they've
done their first tiddle of the morning they are allowed upstairs on the bed
with “er indoors TM” and Treacle. Both had done what was
expected of them within seconds, and were soon jumping up and down at the door
in excitement
With
everyone else asleep I made toast and watched another episode of "Stranger
Things". The show has now reached the point where the plot is
obviously starting to flag, so the writers have introduced a whole new bunch of
characters. It perked things up a bit.
Taking
care to let sleeping dogs (and “er indoors TM”) lie I set off
to work on a dry day. Having had four days off work when it did nothing but
rain, I went back to work just as the rain stopped.
As
I drove the pundits on the radio were talking about yesterday's Autumn
Statement by the new Chancellor of the Exchequer. The details are in many
ways blah blah blah, but the practical upshot is that the country was in a
financial mess before Liz Truss became Prime Minister and through her incompetence
added
thirty billion quid to the debt. I can’t help but think that Liz Truss and
that other idiot Kwarteng should have all their asset seized and spend the rest
of their lives forced to live in abject poverty with pretty much everything they
had or will get being confiscated to repay the country. I know that won’t even
begin to come close to cover the debts they’ve caused, but it would serve as an
example to any other incompetents who might be tempted to have a go.
It
was claimed that the coming changes to the country’s tax system means that
those who work will be stung big-time and end up worse off, but that benefit
payments will keep up with inflation, so (just maybe) I might be better
off jacking it all in and retiring?
There
was also an interview with the Shadow Chancellor of the
Exchequer on the matter who (in true Labour party style) just said
how crap the Tories were whilst not offering anything tangible of her own.
I
got to Pembury, I did my bit. At lunch time I had an email from the probate
people who had a question for me. Dad's will had listed mum as the principle
executor, so why was it me contacting them and not her? I thought better than
actually writing "because she's dead, dur!"; instead I
tactfully pointed out the obvious failings of the government's "tell us
once" service.
As
my brother (probably rightly) said, that one question will probably add
a couple of months to the process. Had we been doing probate through a
solicitor I suspect this question would have cost us quite a bit of money.
I wonder if the rain
will come back for tomorrow?
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