[Image: Newsdesk] I ran into my accountant last week and she told me a very interesting story that happened recently at her 40th school reunion. This is how you know you have been in tax for a long time: you go back to East London to see the women you last saw walking out of Clarendon Girls’ High School four decades ago, and somewhere between the hugs and the “how are your children?” stage of the evening, someone asks you about capital gains tax…