I can’t remember when I started the process of shifting my bank accounts.
I think it was March or thereabouts.
I’m still at it.
I had five accounts, four of which are now dead. Kaput. Ex-accounts. They have gone to the Great Paymaster in the Pearly Skies.
It’s the fifth one that’s hanging in there, refusing to die. It’s the Mastercard that I cleared off and closed nearly two months ago only for it to pop up again to tell me my beautiful gubmint had just charged me €30 for the honour of having a now closed account. So now it has resurrected itself from the dead and is probably going to start a new religion.
My problem is that I always paid of any debts on that account from my Current Account. But that doesn’t exist any more. So I have to find a way of paying it off without the sheer hassle of having to drive all the way over to my old branch. I asked the bank for an IBAN but they just give a generic one and I don’t fancy my €30 just vanishing into a vast accumulated pit of all Mastercard debts. I want it to pay off mine, and mine alone.
I have to go down to the village tomorrow. I think I’ll try my luck with Giro and see if that works.
Somewhat ironically I’m being bombarded with texts, emails and television advertisements telling me Ulster Bank is closing and I should do something about it as soon as possible.
God help those who are waiting until the last minute.