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Spent yesterday at parents' house, trying to find various pieces of paper the accountant wants for the tax return. Until about 2014, mum assiduously filed all relevant pieces of paper in appropriately named box files. Since 2014 she assiduously leaves everything (including every email she receives, printed out) in random piles around the house. I thus spent three hours searching through said piles for said bits of paper. Couldn't find them, so printed out the relevant bank statements in the hope that will do. I certainly never use anything other than bank statements when doing my tax, and nor did my accountant when I had one.
Mum v gloomy, and talked of how she can see why people go off to Dignitas, how she was dreading the next few years, etc. Pretty sure she's got your actual depression, but not sure what to do about it.
So today to perk ourselves up we went to the London Canal Museum, which was great! Small, but packed with meaty goodness. We spent nearly two hours there, learning about giant ice tongs, how locks work, how to tie a sheep shank and what to give a shire horse with colic. We then traipsed for hours in the rain looking for somewhere to have lunch that wasn't full. Ended up in Carluccio's, where I had to send my cod back for being practically still swimming it was so raw. Nothing off the bill, either. Tsk.
Packed day tomorrow - teaching until 12.30, then leaping into car and racing to a meeting about writing/editing/producing a magazine. Wardrobe nightmare.