No, that's nothing to do with my husband's habit of leaving potted moths* on the dining table. I can cope with that.
No, this Relationship Manager is employed by my bank.
Do I want a relationship with my bank?
No, not really. I just want my money kept safe, and for the bank to give me as much interest as possible.
Still, if my bank is offering a hand of friendship then surely it would be churlish to spurn it. Anyway, this guy must be red hot: I mean, he has eighteen letters after his name. (CeFA, CeMAP, Dip CII, MBA.)
Anyway, perhaps I ought to go and see him.
Here's a passage from my Relationship Manager's introductory letter.
" Having recently taken over the management of your portfolio, I am keen to commence our relationship by providing you with a brief synopsis of myself...My years' of experience has afforded me the ability to support my clients to successfully manage their financial affairs adding value to a variety of circumstances and helping them to meet their financial objectives."
...or, on the other hand, perhaps keeping a few gold bars under the floorboards might be less painful.
Alexander Hamilton, founder of the Bank of New York
(not my bank).
I bet he could do grammar, too.
Word To Use Today: relationship. This word comes from the Latin relātiō, which describes a narration or relation between philosophical concepts.
*No moth is harmed during this process. Really.