JEFF PRESTRIDGE: Sorting late Mum’s monetary affairs is rollercoaster
Sorting out my Mum’s monetary affairs after her demise late final month has been a rollercoaster affair — each emotionally and administratively.
At instances, it is required detective work that Sherlock Holmes would have been happy with, looking down key monetary paperwork. Occasionally, it has introduced pleasure as unknown financial savings accounts have been found — solely to be adopted by frustration as I’ve needed to deal over the telephone with an synthetic intelligence bot. For bereavement? God, assist us.
Mum, or Helen of Troy as I favored to name her, died after a troublesome battle with most cancers. She was 88 though she seemed extra like 68.
When we went out for lunch collectively, folks would typically assume we have been husband and spouse. Mum can be thrilled, me much less so.
Although the demise certificates says she died of carcinoma of the breast, the most cancers had unfold to all elements of her physique by the tip, together with her mind.
![Jeff Prestridge with his mother Helen, who he nicknamed Helen of Troy and describes as 'a home bird who took pride in where she lived and thought she was invincible'](https://i.dailymail.co.uk/1s/2024/02/20/15/81492513-13104951-image-m-20_1708444054114.jpg)
Jeff Prestridge together with his mom Helen, who he nicknamed Helen of Troy and describes as ‘a house hen who took pleasure in the place she lived and thought she was invincible’
Yet proper till the day she died (January 29), she remained her forthright self, lambasting us (her 4 youngsters) for transferring her right into a care residence for the final week of her life.
‘I wish to go residence,’ she would insist. ‘I can take care of myself completely effectively, thanks.’ If seems to be may kill.
She could not, however Mum was Mum — a house hen who took pleasure in the place she lived and thought she was invincible. Queen of the fort.
For not far in need of 70 years, she had dominated the roost at numerous properties in Sutton Coldfield, knocking her 4 youngsters into form for impartial lives, whereas supporting Dad in his profession as a profitable industrial salesman (he may promote coals to Newcastle — in truth he most likely did).
She was a housewife, though she was excess of that. She dominated her residence. You merely could not do something contained in the 4 partitions of her properties with out her realizing about it. She gave the Chinese a great run for his or her cash when it got here to surveillance.
So, an urge to mimic wrestler Mick McManus (a boyhood hero) and put my youthful brother David in a headlock can be nipped within the bud earlier than I had even flung him to the ground.
‘Stop it proper now,’ she would shout from someplace downstairs. ‘Jeffrey, get your homework performed immediately.’
A celebration I secretly organised when Mum and Dad went on vacation solely remained a secret till she thundered by way of the entrance door upon her return and straightaway realised one thing was amiss. I used to be hauled out of college and given a dressing down to finish all dressing downs. I nonetheless have nightmares about it.
Dad (Stan the Man) saved Mum candy by taking her (and us youngsters) on abroad holidays earlier than that they had turn out to be the norm. He additionally purchased her designer garments and jewelry. She revelled within the consideration she received from different males. In her pomp, she turned heads.
Yet Mum was a particularly personal girl. We weren’t allowed to inform her longest-standing good friend about her sickness — and she or he refused to see her as the ultimate curtain started to be drawn on her life.
Nor have been we allowed to tell her neighbours. The wheelchair was saved out of view though she had no selection however to make use of it once we took her out to lunch. As for somebody to return in and take care of her often, no probability. ‘I’m not having a stranger in my home,’ she would rage once we stated what a good suggestion it could be.
In reality, we did handle to get a nurse to go to and introduce herself. Mum despatched her packing straightaway with a flea or three in her ear. We cringed.
Frustratingly, this privateness prolonged to her funds. After Dad handed in 2017, it grew to become nigh not possible to keep watch over her cash. Despite my private finance data, her view was easy: ‘It’s my cash and it is none of your bloody enterprise, Mr nosey PF Journalist.’
Although I finally persuaded her to allow me to have energy of lawyer over her funds, the one factor I actually managed to realize was to keep watch over her checking account — and to shift cash from an related financial savings account into it when the vitality invoice drained her funds.
Whenever I attempted to search for proof of different financial savings accounts round her residence — she by no means embraced the web — she would rebuke me and inform me to cease ‘meddling, fiddling and farting’.
She had a method with phrases did Mum, though I by no means fairly understood the phrase ‘oh, s**t on a sandwich’. She used it at any time when she was annoyed — which was so much within the final 12 months of her life.
Thankfully, when Mum went into hospital after falling within the evening and by some means ending up beneath her mattress, my sister Joy (together with brother Dave and older sister Pauline, a brick in the previous few months of Mum’s life) began ferreting.
From all corners of Mum’s bungalow, she gathered a veritable assortment of paperwork — financial institution statements, constructing society passbooks, coverage paperwork, utility payments, premium bond prize warrants and insurance coverage insurance policies.
Sorting all of it out has not been with out its challenges. Starting with the nice, the Government’s Tell Us Once service was a dream. Using the distinctive reference quantity that Joy obtained when choosing up the demise certificates, I used to be in a position to report Mum’s demise on-line to quite a few authorities departments concurrently.
This meant I used to be in a position to cancel her passport, State pension, council tax — multi functional go. All I wanted was some key info comparable to her passport particulars and nationwide insurance coverage quantity.
South Staffs Water could not have been extra useful. A very obliging particular person stated Mum’s account can be closed immediately and no additional expenses can be utilized whereas we bought Mum’s residence. ‘Mind you, no baths or washing the automotive whenever you’re there,’ she quipped. Gold stars all spherical.
Mum’s bank cards with M&S, Sainsbury’s and Tesco have been simply cancelled — she cleared any balances by direct debit each month. And claiming on a small life coverage, taken out by Mum to offer funds for her funeral, was fairly simple. There might be greater than sufficient left over to pay for the wake.
Staff at NatWest, Mum’s financial institution, and Nationwide in Sutton Coldfield have been completely charming along with her accounts promptly closed on receipt of a duplicate of her demise certificates. Indeed, Nationwide advised me Mum had one other account moreover the one we knew about.
OK, there was solely £2.83 in it, however it was good that the constructing society was batting for us (Mum would have been happy with the truth that we hadn’t tracked it down). It has now despatched me account statements that may assist with probate (I’m already shedding sleep over that journey).
Mum’s personal pension with Aviva — an annuity, initially taken out by my Dad — was simply cancelled, though it was then disconcerting to obtain a letter of affirmation addressed to Mr J John (John is my center title). I feel I’ll stick to Prestridge in the intervening time.
My most disconcerting moments got here after I rang NS&I to tell them about Mum’s demise (she has some Premium Bonds with them). I used the phone quantity given for notification of deaths, however fairly than be greeted with a pleasant voice, I used to be put by way of to a ‘digital assistant’.
Maybe I wasn’t concentrating, however first time round I did not instantly clock that I used to be coping with AI and misplaced my cool on the banal questions I used to be being requested: ‘what’s your name about as we speak?’
When it requested to encapsulate in a single phrase the rationale for my name, I screamed: ‘bereavement’. I waited and waited for a response till I all of the sudden realised that AI had suffered sufficient of me — and reduce me off.
Second time round, the ‘dialog’ was much less fraught as a result of I knew what I used to be coping with. It pointed me within the course of a type I ought to fill in on-line.
But ought to NS&I be utilizing AI to deal with people who should be grieving? I do not assume so and I’ve advised them what I feel.
It argues that AI helps the organisation to ‘filter calls rapidly and effectively’. It provides: ‘Call wait instances can fluctuate, however after initially talking with the digital assistant, on common a buyer ought to have the ability to communicate with an individual in our bereavement claims group in lower than a minute.’
Of course, AI is intruding into all of our lives. But I’m unsure it really works when dealing with calls about bereavement.
NS&I ought to assume once more. Surely, it is not past its collective mind energy — or monetary funds — to offer a devoted bereavement helpline manned by folks.
Rest in peace, Helen of Troy.