Thank You, Big Puddle

I had to go to the city today (taxes 2014 still and I bet the documents are wrong, too).
The weather was rather icky again.

Actually luckily, though!

My way in the park was blocked:

No worries, I took the other side, and luckily I did!
Otherwise I would´ve run into the yelling drunks.
Yes, 9C, rainy and they sit outside and drink till they get aggressive.

I find Perth/Australia a tad too strict with a total ban of alcohol in public.
Here you see many a worker after the job is done happily with a bottle of Wolters (local beer).
And that´s totally ok, I think.

But this again?!
Highly aggressive drunk dudes, yikes!

And certainly... Ingo just told me the tax-stuff was not what they wanted (I wonder who lost the darn papers, them or me?! Why would I send in only one page, not all?!).
Why Ingo tells me that?
Dunno!
I asked her explicitly to answer to my e-mail-address, which she did before.
Nooo. She used Ingo´s account this time.
Sometimes I wonder how some people´s brains work.
(Sweet btw: Ingo uses my Mum´s first name in the password, awww.)

I once had a customer, I kid you not, every other day she "mixed up" login details and asked me, "Ms K......". That was 10 years ago, I still have her in my ear.
Brains, let those rain instead of water!