IFA

Urban-cub was a bit narked.

She and Sir Lancinglot were getting ready to move home. Notice is almost up on the flat, most services are disconnected, everything is packed in boxes. Then she gets a call. Her IFA^** has miscalculated by £4k. They are going to be £4k short on the purchase of their new house. The problem is not so much where she will find the money... it is more about the time she has to do it. Moving day was meant to be this week.

Anyway, several phone calls seem to have got things back on track; and just in case there is a Plan B, and a Plan C.

IFA^** (in this context) Inept Financial Advisor.

(Reposted to correct typos)