Dinosaur Accounts
You know the dream where you unearth a bank account you opened as a child? Where the last statement you received said you'd only put a pound in, but when you get to the bank you discover the compounded interest has made you a millionnaire?
Today I closed an account that I'd not touched in fifteen years. Back then, it contained £1.03.
The interest earnt in my absence? Fifty-eight pence. It almost covered the cost of the car park.
Posted by pab at 14:50