The late Mr. Fenwick
What an interesting evening. Jacinta rang me from Spencer Street train station asking if I could cycle in and give her some papers that she left at home. Sure, I said. The train didn't leave for another 25 minutes so I thought I had plenty of time.

I arrived with a whole 20 seconds before the train left, and despite me running up and down the length of the train looking through the windows, I couldn't spot Jacinta. :(

Money, Money Everywhere, But Not A Bank That Thinks
To top the evening off, I discovered that my new ATM card wouldn't actually let me access my account. I don't see what logic the bank sees in issuing me with a card that doesn't actually do anything, and being the holiday season I suspect that I won't be able to find out until Wednesday.

In the meantime I have the sum total of $11.90, all of it in small change. The rest of my money I spent on coffee -- very good coffee -- which more than makes up for my lack of hard cash.