What can YOU say in six sentences?
The under-manager's voice was that of the lisping and effete care assistant my youngest child adopts when he wants to make me aware of my age.
‘Mrs Davies, I’m sorry to say your bank account is overdrawn by thirty-six thousand pounds.’
I knew this, and knew how and why, and explained it all in words of one syllable.
But the only way he would be mollified (and waive all interest charges) was if I agreed to have a ‘financial consultant’ come and tell me how to manage my (lack of ) money.
And so I spent an afternoon with this blonde and blue-eyed, blank-brained, must-think-he’s-god-when-he-looks-in-the-mirror sitting in my house and smiling crinkle-eyed and toothpaste at me while I pondered on the bank’s unofficial view of how and why women make financial decisions.