Tasmania is heading for the polls today. Marilyn and I are without a car at the moment so we've arranged to get a lift with Bertine from Unit 5. The polling station is at the local primary school which is just up the road but it's a bit cold to walk and it's uphill.
When you read about how elections are run in other parts of the world, Australia should be proud of how we do it here. A totally amateur bunch of local people turn a school hall into a polling place, hundreds of people turn up, line up patiently and cast their votes. Nobody asks them to show ID; we just trust that they are who they claim to be. We support the local charity by buying a sausage as we are leaving and the whole thing is civilized. USians would be amazed if they saw how understated the whole process is.
I had a restless night last night. The cold weather is affecting my throat and I have a persistent cough. It's not helped by lying down and I had to abandon my bed in the early hours of the morning and set myself up in the loungeroom. I found if I reclined my chair half-way, I could sleep more comfortably and the heat of the room helps me doze. Winter in Tasmania is not a lot of fun and it's not a season I look forward to.
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