I must be a little slow on the uptake, I only just realised what the date was on my last post. (Cue bugle). No, not that last post.
Had I been quick enough I should have concocted the most amazing tale of craziness just so cuckoo it might have been... Australian. That's the problem I suspect... you would have all believed it and the whole April 1st thing would be lost.
Anyhow.
Interesting weekend, if one can call it that. As I think I may have mentioned in the last update, I had been on a bit of a drive with an incorrect part. Well, next day, after spending all day waiting at home specifically for it to arrive, it did. Arrive. And, it transpired it was, you guessed it, yet again, a completely wrong part. The box was about a third of the expected size, the moment the courier showed up at the door I realised it was never going to work.
So, back on the phone... ordered yet another replacement part...
Low and behold, very next day, who was knocking at my door? No, not 24 robbers, but the courier yet again. With, believe it or not, the correct part! So, off for another 3 hour drive to get to the site. Swapped out the part, rang them up to test it. The informed me being a public holiday they had to page a special person to come in to test it and I would have to wait. Long story shortened significantly, an hour and a half later they decided it was a software fault at their end, not the part, and we could lock up and go home, thank you very much.
Which we did.
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We finally got a quick look at the harbour festival also, think Caroline bay carnival x 2.482 and you should be getting approximately close. Except you need to times all the ticket prices by about 4. It cost me $5 aus for 3 .177 air rifle slugs to fire down what I am convinced was a bent barrel with a crooked sight. I have no idea where those slugs went but I know damn well where they didn't. And it definitely was not near the tin target ducks. Probably a good thing my magnum is locked up at home, or else those ducks may have been in for quite the long distance surprise...
I attended a "safety at heights" course today, if one can call it that. Pretty much take the NZ course, cut the material in half, and you would be getting close. The NZ one was far more interesting and far more in depth. However, now I have that all important piece of plastic in my ever growing plastic ID card collection.
Speaking of plastic cards, I also went for my QLD drivers licence. Cost me $75 for 5 years. They take your NZ drivers licence and basically just convert it straight over, no tests or anything. You have to prove who you are with 3 forms of ID, and also proof of address.
This is where I almost came unstuck... as we have recently moved all my proof of address letters are address to our old address, and I had of course written the new address on the application. The pleasant lady behind the counter informed me that my proof of address was not eligible to be used, as clearly it showed a different address. I was most displeased at the notion of having to reapply, as it 32.6 times worse than waiting in the AA in Timaru. So, I hatched a cunning plan. I asked the lady how much it cost to change your address on your licence if you moved house. She said it was free and instant. I told her to hang on a sec, grabbed a pen, crossed out the "new" address on the application and wrote my old address on. I said "there you go, now the addresses match". She said "Righto fair enough" and processed the application. Once I had my licence in my hand, she did the usual "and is there anything else I can help you with today?". I replied: "Well, as a matter of fact there is... I've recently moved house and need to change my licence address, can you do that?"
"No worries sir, sign here, consider it done".
And so I walked out with the correct address on my licence, from an ID letter that clearly means absolutely nothing. Jumping through hoops is a great past time let me tell you.
Right, I better go and hit the hay, I'm off to Moura for the next couple of days and as it's 2.5 hours drive and I need to be on site ready to go by 7:00, it's about a 3:30 wake up call for me.
CIAO
(Here's a couple more pics to keep the followers entertained, the big barrel is in Bunderburg. Yes, I finally made it to the place where they make my Lemon Lime and Bitters...)
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