The news came and I leave for London on Saturday.
Accountant dealings slightly calmed yesterday’s rage but was fanned again during my visit to his office. I had to take my father (he is, I hasten to add, a family accountant) who had contacts in the appropriate department to connect to the accountant. Throughout the conversation, I would ask a question and the accountant would answer to my father. ROAR.
In any case it seems likely to be a solvable problem if one that ought never to have existed in the first place.