Sunday, 27th January 2008
I was disinherited a couple of weeks ago.
The emotional side of it was obviously rather upsetting – so upsetting in fact that I couldn’t write about it here. And then there were the financial implications: I wasn’t going to get anything in the will (Father has already said that the bulk of their wealth is going to build schools in Glasgow – which I think is absolutely the right thing to do).
This is something of a mixed blessing. This means that the house (which my parents may, or may not be able to sell) will not become a mill-stone around my neck, as it has around theirs – but it also means that I won’t be in line for any of Dad’s rather nice suits.
Anyway: I have been reinherited again. So the bills, moaning tithe-holders and National Trust are mine – all mine. Fuck it.
