Patience of Job?

Sort of. Up early to do normal work, then family work. My Aunt’s insurer blithely told me this morning that they won’t insure an empty house so I’d better find a new insurer today. Great.

The bank was similarly unhelpful.

Some people were lovely though. The Registrar was human, efficient, and clearly had read the brief when he offered to contact libraries for me as well as all the usual government bodies. My Aunt was a librarian so he was quite right that she was likely still to be a member of one. And the dental plan man who sorted cancellation in a minute and offered to call the dentist too to save me a job.

If only it were all so easy! But I managed to avoid being grumpy with anyone (except the bank man, for so many reasons, the least of which was why he HAD to know whether I was Mrs, Ms or Miss. Men don’t have to disclose their marital status; harumph. Not sure he appreciated the lecture, but it did me some good, and bizarrely made my dad cheer).

After seeing my dad off to the doc about his bad leg, and hugging mam goodbye, off myself to see a building society (another easy process - I’m beginning to think it’s only northerners who deal with this in a human way) and on to put the bins out at my Aunt’s house. Briefly, terrifyingly, in her sitting room I lost my phone. Looking around at the tumble of boxes I thought I might never find it again… but I had just put it down next to an early edition of Mrs Beeton. And here’s an old bible that was right next to it.

Back then down the A1 to York, where Mr B produced a fine dinner.