FROM THE MOMENT I opened the door to him I knew that this year’s financial health check was going to be even more miserable than my recent company medical.
My financial adviser avoided eye contact as he clicked open his black leather box briefcase and laid out meaningless bits of paper on the kitchen table. Slowly the ghastly diagnosis emerged.
My investment trusts had gone thrombotic. “More sellers than buyers, I am afraid,” muttered my adviser. The stake
