It’s election time in Nu Zilland and I won’t have far to go to cast my vote this year – it’s in our garage!
The Duchess signed us up for renting the space out as the local estate’s voting site, one of a couple of dozen around the constituency. It’s taken a couple of weekends of getting rid of crap and sweeping away the cobwebs but we managed to get it into a reasonably clean state for them to set up.
They’ve put up some cardboard walls to (mostly) hide our rubbish, with cardboard desks and voting booths. Thankfully the voting signs are sturdy plastic as it’s blowing a gale and raining sideways today.
The Duchess is also working as meeter and greeter for people as they arrive, which is keeping her busy, though how she’s managing a full day’s work while suffering from vertigo is beyond me. I think FOMO is helping more than the tablets.
The first hour was manic, with a voter every minute and queuing out the door and the street turned into a car park, but it’s now calmed down so I think I’ll get out and do my democratic duty.
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