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Tanya Sweeney
Opinion Saying goodbye to Henry Hippo felt like a big moment, another sad step away from more familiar times
The last place I ever expected to get a lump in the throat was in the queue of the local Ulster Bank, and yet there I was, fighting back tears. Closing my bank account has seemed just one more thing on the never-ending life admin list, sandwiched in between the car service and the recycling bank. Yet it turned out to be a surprisingly emotional moment. I stood at the counter of a very quiet branch, and told the bank teller that I was finally ready to cut up my cards, bring the balance down to zero (that didn’t take much effort, to be fair) and wave the bank goodbye. I had stood at these very bank counters since I was around 10 years old, and now I was doing it for the last time. Mmmmf, I said I wouldn’t cry…