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First we went to HSBC to get Neil an account. That was a mess. First they said they couldn't give him one because he doesn't have proof of address. Government correspondence apparently does not count unless you're an asylum seeker. Then they said (since I'm an HSBC customer) that we could have a joint account. Unfortunately, my driver's license was missing! (Turned out I left it in Kinko's. I have it back.) I remembered that they'd just photocopied my license a few weeks before, and they pulled it.

After all that, the guy accidentally-on-purpose forgot to put me on. I think that's what he did, anyway.

Afterwards, we went into the city and took Aliza to Central Park. She had a great time. It was a lovely day (and the weather report for this weekend was looking iffy, though it's improved now). We ended up going out for dinner, unplanned. (For the 2nd day in a row, if you count yesterday's brought-in pizza. My sister wound up in the emergency room yesterday--no worries, just a kidney infection and stone in the end--and everything went to hell yesterday. Today my mom spent the day shuffling her to doctors, and they were exhausted and didn't even want to eat, much less cook.)