Last month the bank foreclosed on my overdraft. They sent a letter to an old address. I didn’t get it. So I didn’t know till yesterday, in Sainsbury’s, at the till, at the front of the queue, with my backpack full of groceries, which I then had to remove, like a shoplifter.
These are desperate times.
Thank God I’m running away to France soon, where when they’re not being corralled for photoshoots, reptiles run free.