Dealings with my bank

Photo:  I discovered this rogue sycamore tree next to a camellia today in the garden. How did it escape our notice?
 
This afternoon I had an appointment with my bank for a financial health check, having never had one.

I couldn’t resist telling the young financial adviser of my first encounter with the Royal Bank of Scotland when I arrived in Edinburgh to work on a newspaper.

One day during my lunch hour I popped into the bank on the High St expecting the transfer of my account from  the National Westminster to be a mere formality.

It was  until I asked for a RBS credit card.
The bank teller, a middle-aged Edinburgh lady, with a cut-glass accent, peered over her glasses, looked at me with a certain amount of scepticism:
“We don’t hand them out like tea cosies. We want to see how your account runs.”

 Today I got my RBS credit card.