Sunday, rainday

Of to shops to buy cheepest paint we could, off to Godbotherers for chat and tea. Wheezy turned up. Chatted. Goddbothers feeling good on her new seed diet and has lost a stone, shes lookign good too, recently shes been going an odd unhealthy looking shape, now she has curves. We talked about "the situation" she comiserated and said we were brave to do it all. Brave is the wrong word, i dotn think we realized what madness and evil we would be dealing with. Now we are in it we cant get out.

Contemplateing the request from the solicitor to bring a letter saying we didnt agree to release the Will...... we are thinking at the moment of going to chat first. It seems that hes trying to unload liability for delaying the Will and therfore Probate... and i know however we word it we will bring fire onto our position, the fire of hell.