oursin | Run, hedgehog, run (Reply)

Yesterday there was a card through the door saying that they had failed to deliver a sign-for package (copies of death certificate so that I can start doing things) and this could be collected from the local sorting office, which is somewhere that is pretty much not on the way to anywhere -

Except, then I thought, and it is on the far side of local Main Road via which I would anyway be returning to base, where doubtless I will find branches of relevant financial institutions -

And looking it up, lo, it was so, though dispersed at bus-ride distances along it.

And anyway, I managed to visit all the ones that were on my list, and at least get matters moving and things into the system and further appointment made and idea of what to do next.

(I also managed to deposit a cheque which has been hanging around for a week or so into my own account.)

There is something curiously satisfying about this sort of thing, because I wasn't at all sure that I could just walk in, or that I had been rightly instructed that Any Branch Will Do, or whether they would not accept a Certified Copy of the certificate, or that I might find myself so entangled in red tape that I could only manage less than all of them. Etc.

And though there is still more to do (complications!), those first steps have been made (like the saint who walked however far it was carrying his head).