Thanks so much. I feel your pain re the matters of lerve, how shaming. I hope they don't ever conduct a 'refresher' interview...
Sorry, I should have been clearer in the first post but was attempting brevity in order to avoid moans of boredom from you/MNetters UK-wide.
The solicitor Mum wrote to was, technically, her solicitor. She was setting up a trust to protect a (very small) inheritance to help me buy a flat because, you won't be surprised to hear, she has issues with money. The inheritance was very late arriving, and in the meantime I saw a flat I liked. So the housing association asked me to produce a letter confirming I had 'proof of savings' in order to accept my application, and Mum suggested the solicitor write me a letter to confirm the trust would have that part of the savings. She asked the lawyer to do it.
The lawyer lost or forgot about the email, and in the meantime the deadline loomed for the flat. So I spoke to the lawyer and arranged to collect the letter at their office - the deadline was missed by then, but as my mother pointed out, given the delay in the cash, the letter could come in useful for another flat. So despite the missed deadline, I stumped up to the West End as arranged with lawyer, found the offices according to my mother's directions, waited for hours for the lawyer (who'd evidently forgotten again), thanked her effusively, and returned home with the effing letter, slightly grumpy at the whole performance.
Some months later I found an email (by accident) from my mum to the lawyer claiming that she had no idea I was visiting the offices, apologising for my presence there 'I only hope she did not cause you and your staff too much trouble' and claiming she thought that 'TeaRose is using the letter to obtain yet more credit on an unrelated matter'.
Apparently, if you know about trusts, this is a recognised form of fraud. Quite ingenious of the old bird to come up with, really, particularly as the trust didn't even exist yet, there wasn't any money in it, I haven't even had an overdraft for the past 10 years, and I'd spent an afternoon with my parents showing them the brochure of the flat and the offer letters from the Housing Association.
Well, I didn't use the letter to get credit and I imagine Mum's lawyer could confirm that - I certainly can. Should I get a solicitor and write to the lawyer and ask her to confirm it?
Anyway, this is just one example of Mum's touching,tender,and moist-eyed family communications - God Knows what the others are at the moment, I think I'm better off now knowing.
Still cringing about personal questions for you. Have resolved to wear large, spotlessly white knickers to interview. Maybe girdle.
Still think it's worth getting a solicitor?