what happened today at the probate office.
Let me just take you back a bit. Remember how Victorian all the probate stuff is – having to describe Rosie as a spinster, having to pay in guineas, that sort of thing. Well, communications from then on didn’t get any better. Copperplate script oaths in arcane language which required translation showered through our letter box. Under strict instructions not to take any knives with us, we were invited to the probate office today, to affirm our oaths. We took Cal for protection instead. We fully expected to be shown into a dark, wood-panelled room, with a wing-collared clerk replete with scratching quill pen and lecturn. We did not, absolutely not, expect the delightful young girl wearing a hoodie, who scrutinised our passports very carefully and made us feel as though this was a totally ok thing to have to do. Affirming the oaths was a bit wierd. And we each giggled. But we did it. So now we just have to wait for the documents, complete with the official court seal to arrive, and we are away.. Do I mean court seal? Is that a waistcoated, cummerbunded sea mammal? I must mean court seal – you don’t spell it ceil. Or seel. Or ceel. How strange. It looks so odd.
And . . . we took the pumpkin tealights down to Rosie. We think she liked them.
And none of this made us sad. What did make us sad, was getting The Social Network in the post which we’d put on the DVD rental list for Rosie way back in the summer; and me nearly choosing her a Pippins doughnut from Gloucester market. This does mean we can watch the film whilst eating doughnuts in her memory. But it wasn’t a good few moments. And, I wasn’t going to admit to this, but I think it is probably better to say it. I’ve had two dreams now where we’ve built a side trailer thing for our car so that we can carry Rosie’s coffin on it. What is that about?
I’ve also realised tonight, having never had a grave to tend before, it is a bit like having a new pet. You’re not quite sure what to do with it, you’re a bit worried about doing something wrong and you can’t quite believe it’s yours. Hmm.
Longish post tonight. I’ll finish with the picture of Catherine and her amazing purple hair. The niddy noddy exploits will follow later.