When I saw the text from my neighbour’s daughter, I instantly feared something had happened at home. There have been various issues in our block of flats recently, including a broken down lift and problematic pipework. Little did I know it would turn out to be a pensions-related emergency.
“When you get home from work, could you print something out for me?” she asked. “Of course!” I replied, expecting it to be an Asos return label (she is 30, and with it).
However, it turned out to be a opt-out form for the workplace pension into which she had just been enrolled. And it wasn’t just any old pension — as she works in the public sector, it was a defined benefit scheme. Blimey.
Tempted to switch on the shredder, I nevertheless felt the most sensible course of action was to put on the kettle.