Sixes and Sevens

Yes, sixes and sevens is where we're at just now. The OH's mother died at the weekend and we're currently in that dreadful limbo where there's a lot to be done, but most of it can't be started without a piece of paper. For now the needful piece of paper is the Death Certificate, but the OH has also to go and get his identity certified by our  solicitors here to send off to his mother's solicitors down there, before they can officially talk to him. This is a piece of utter bureaucratic nonsense, since it's not five minutes (in legal time so to speak) since  he had to do the identity thing with them for the Power of Attorney applications, and I cannot believe they really need to go through the whole rigmarole again. 

On the bright side the solicitor here can do that tomorrow, and we were planning to go into town tomorrow anyway because - ta-dah! it's the opening day of the St Magnus Flower Festival, and as long term readers know, we always go to that.  Don't usually get to it on opening day though. 

As for me I am still ploughing through the post viva corrections, which seem to be taking almost as long as writing the thing in the first place. Although I know they're not. And light can be (very) dimly discerned at the end of the tunnel. Hooray!