Wednesday

Well they didn't even get the letter and they have been going bonkers. Tonight we had guests round for some food and chat, midway the phone rings. Its "the bastard"....... i half hear wife remonstrating with him, she's vibrating with rage. An hour or so latter the phone goes and i pick it up automatically, its him again..."Oh hello..." he says..."put it in an e-mail" i say and put the phone right back down, cunt. Ive just seen the e-mail he wrote before he phoned, it threatens to write to tell all the estate creditors that we are holding up the money and to blame us. He says he's taken legal advice, "higher legal advice than (our friends Will solicitor)" no less, but he wont tell us who or what that advice said, except that they are right. Its and odd thing to fully realise that one is dealing with someone not in touch with reality. This is a director of a company we're talking about and he's nuts, even lacing even a sense of propriety.... i mean he know we haven't the money but, writing to people blaming us for holding up their payment is libel.... fucking twat. The wife's putting our son to bed right now , latter I'll get the full sorry phone story.

Been to mutual friends to organise the letter to ask for statements supporting the Will. We have to get people to dump on the father and them. A can of worms they have jacked open wide. I might even send them one askign what her wishes were maybe it will remind them (some hope) of what wankers they are being.