I really love walking into financial advisors looking like a bag of shit

Managed to get a few bits done before disappearing down the road for a meeting with a financial advisor. I was covered in dog hair and looked like I’d just arrived from the skate park. He went through all his stuff and had a brief look at my pensions. He kept on talking about ‘if you ever have to pay higher rate tax’. Eventually he asked the question, I replied that I pay 45% tax, he didn’t dig any further. I think he’ll do a reasonable job for his £250. He’s got a couple of weeks anyway. Another nice day but very cold, walked Sasha. Went out for a run this evening. About to watch a film now I think.

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