When I made my will, I basically worded it so as to prevent my daughter from inheriting my estate, should I outlive my wife. I mean, I wish her all the very best in life, but she has never been (and still isn’t) very responsible with money, and when I think how much my estate would be worth (several hundred thousand GBP) it is quite scary. I mean, there’s not much cash, but the value of the property has risen several times over since I bought the house almost 20 years ago.
Anyway, I made my will a couple of years ago, and nothing much has happened to change my sentiment, but I regularly hear about cases in which the person’s will has been overturned by their children, who feel wronged. One such story was on TV this morning, and so this prompted me to contact the solicitor who drafted the will, just to see if I should change the language to make my wishes more explicit, as if that were possible.
This is something I have been meaning to do for a while, although events have kind-of got in the way!
On a less morbid note, it may be very overcast here, but in Italy I see that today is the Milan-San Remo cycling race, which is a traditional curtain-raiser to the European cycling season. Since the season for road racing generally follows the good weather (Spring Classics to start, rising to the Tour de France in July, World Championships in September, then trailing off in the autumn), might it possibly be assumed that winter is finally on its way out?
I should say that tins give me trouble these days – can you imagine trying to open one with just one hand? Even those newer easy-open tins are not trivial.
I was very unimpressed when I got up the other day, to find that our cats had no food, and so I dug out the only appetizing thing that I found in the cupboard – a tin of salmon, un a traditional tin can. There then followed 10 minutes of frustration as I battled to get the thing open. Suffice it to say, when I finally got to the salmon, it wasn’t in a nice round tin any more, and at one stage I did resort to using the tin opener as a hammer in frustration!
So, two lessons. First, I went to the shops and replaced the salmon, this time buying one with an easy-open lid (which I hope, in my case, will mean “easier open” – I can generally manage as long as I use my teeth too). I can’t help thinking how perverse it is – that this kind of thing drives our buying choices. Second, I went out yesterday and bought an electric can opener, one that can be operated with just one hand.
The cats, by the say, said thank you…eventually!
There really are a myriad of gadgets – especially kitchen gadgets – where, beforehand, I used to think “what’s the point in that?”, but for which I’m now grateful. My little electric cheese grater is another example. But it does make me realise in all of this that I’m very lucky to have a bit of money tucked away when such things crop up – I would hate to be financially dependent on anybody else.
Well, I did say at the outset that this blog was going to be about my life – but I never promised it’d be interesting!
I had two major commitments this week, and managed to sort them both today.
First and foremost, I had an appointment at the eye clinic at the local hospital. Unspectacular, in that my eyes are about as good as they were last time. But it’s good news if you take a longer-term view. I have had problems caused by diabetes for the last couple of years, but there has been no decrease in my vision for the last 6 months. Of course, this is the same kind of time frame as my stroke, and I’ve paid a lot more attention to my sugar since then. And the treatment I had 6 months ago, the consultant told me that they started with this treatment 5 years ago, so every time I see him he has statistics over that much longer a period. Promising. Also, I’m used to being pretty anonymous at these places, but today I happened to see my neighbour (who has MS) and his wife, so I had a little natter about nothing.
My second chore of the day was up at the hospital again (hence my combining the two things), and this was my regular drop-in to the stroke ward. There’s a lovely old boy there at the moment, his stroke has affected his speech so you have to be very patient, and listen carefully. He said that he hoped I could meet his wife at some point, and that he admired me (the last time we met, I’d told him about my own stroke and told him about my dead arm). I mean, this guy is really ever so intelligent, he’s just had all this shit happen to him, and he says he admired me. People can be so kind….
Anyway, that means that this week’s obligatory tasks are now complete. Actually I have another task planned, but this one is purely pleasure – tomorrow my wife (who has the week off) is driving me up to Oxford to have some lunch with an old friend, She had an operation just before Christmas, so she, like me, is recovering. This’ll be my furthest trip since the stroke.