On top of that there's the ongoing scenario with Lloyds TSB over the handling of my late mother's account. It's with the Financial Ombudsman's Office now and the Financial Times want to run it as a full story, but only after it's been concluded. I wish my mother had never named me as executor, because then I wouldn't have found out what my sister Jacqueline was up to. I don't see a time in the future when I will ever speak to my brothers Paul and Andre again, which is very sad because we always got on really well. But I can't allow my sister to simply drain my mother's account while she was sick and dying, without the knowledge of any other person. My sister tried to justify her actions by saying, "I always took mum on foreign holidays and treated her to other things".
When I was taking my mum out to dinner or for a drive, I didn't even think of saving the receipt so that I could take the money from her bank account later. You wouldn't, would you?
Something more fishy about this than Grimsby Harbour, but it's only a matter of time. It does wear me down, but I do take the roll of executor seriously.
Two of my daughters have birthdays this month, but sadly I can't tell you their names, or the dates of their birthdays, their hair colour or anything in fact. I would like to tell you about my grandchildren also, but again, if I had any, which I can't say I have, I can't tell you if they are boys or girls, what age they are or where they are. I'd show you some photos also, if I had any, but because I can't tell you if I have, I'm sometimes not sure myself!