Entropy?

My life at the moment is so confusing, trying to juggle lawyers, banks, and heating engineers, that I have trouble remembering the good bits involving socialising and ordinary living.

Ordinary living these days with no central heating boiler involves jumping out of a warm bed to run in my nightie to put on a heater in the man cave so that the room is warm enough to sit in when having my breakfast cornflakes.
This morning there was the added excitement of tussling the Christmas tree into its box. The result was a package at least twice as big as HL managed last year. At this point I almost lost the will to live.

Live I did though, to spend a pleasant morning with school friends in a house that was so familiar to me 60 years ago. It belonged to the family of my best friend at school who although she now lives in London, still owns it. I was transported back to being a teenager again, to sit in the familiar setting and see the familiar furniture.

The downside to the day was having another meeting with the lawyer to discuss the ramifications attached to administering HL’s estate and the eye watering fees involved in trusts.
It’s all so dispiriting seeing assets being swallowed up by the State and lawyers.

The blip is yet another view from on high of the building site that will become the Futures institute of Edinburgh University.