This is the 10th year I've done it as Mum had dementia.
Got it off to a fine art.
Photocopy all the right things, type basically the same cover letter as every year & send it off to the accountant for him to weave his magic.
And yet I'm crying. Crying & laughing at how ridiculous it is.
Sorting out probate has been a nightmare, the IHT400 a byword for insanity.
I found myself actually looking forward to dealing with her tax return as I knew what I was doing!
Clearing out Mum's clothes didn't cause this reaction but saving the cover letter to the usual folder along with the other 9 letters has really hit me.
Grief is a funny thing.