Lady Barton St Mary has been busy hiring a car for our holiday in July. Her accountancy brain means that, like everything else, she has to do extensive research to get an agreeable price. Eventually, she found the best deal, which meant she needed a British Airways executive club card. Or, rather, my British Airways executive club card. I didn’t know I owned a British Airways executive club card. I went to look for it in my man drawer. This is where I keep all the plastic cards that Lady BSM has ordered in my name when opening a new account, but I rarely use them once they are stored in my man drawer, which would be the likely place to find my BA executive club card.
This is what I found:
“This one expired in 2003!” and exasperated Lady BSM exclaimed, “and this one in 2005! You’ll have to cut them up.”
It appears that I have lots of accounts that may or may not be open. I still don’t know how many I have, not even how many relationships with individual financial institutions I have, in the words of my lovely wife.
By the way, my BA executive club card wasn’t there.