I've found all the papers I need for Monday. It only took 3 hours to go through the heap. Of course, one vital paper was the second-to-last I turned over.

As always, going through papers relating to my father's will is something I can do cheerfully and pragmatically - for about 20 minutes at a time. Then I feel sad, and cut-up that I couldn't help more when he was ill, I feel the weight again of the unpaid invoices from my solicitors, and bitter with every letter I find that outlines more and more delays to the resolution of probate and the administration of my father's estate.

Want hug. (Hint to major_clanger)

Will settle for sleep.

Wonder if that'll happen?