The shower, it transpires, leaks onto whatever's on the floor below when used. So a guy was coming around today to fix it, so because Dizzy and Britta were both going to work today, I had to stay in the apartment while the guy was here. That was okay, I just sat around reading Calvin & Hobbes books, and he was gone by half past ten so I got to get down to doing constructive things.
First I went to the correct place to get my passport stamped, and queued for a while and then got sent somewhere else and queued for another while and then got the sticker thingie put in my passport in about one minute flat. Then I got the train back to Chatswood and went to the bank, where I opened an account. That took a while and I got a load of documentation. Then I went shopping for groceries.
Shortly after I got home, the doorbell thingie rang, and it was Dizzy (I had his keys) home early. He asked me what I'd done today, so I went rummaging for my passport in my pocket to show him the stamp, but of course I'd left my passport at the bank. Tomorrow is ANZAC Day, where they celebrate the way a combined force of Australian and New Zealandish troops got utterly butchered really quickly in World War I, and slightly less quickly in World War II, so the bank won't be open, and after that it's the weekend so I can't get it back until Monday. At least banks are designed to keep things safe.
With the shower out of commission, I went for a bath for fun, forgetting there's a drought on. Well, it was fun and bubbly and has made me not move much at all for the rest of the afternoon and evening. Myself and Dizzy were fixing to play some Cyberpunk 2020 until he vanished off to his room a while ago, so it's been just me and Calvin & Hobbes again. What goes around comes around.