Last Monday morning I received a phone call from a young lady who identified as being from Albo’s Office. Now Albo, is my local member of the Australian Federal Parliament. He’s also the highest ranking member of the ‘Left Wing’ of the A.L.P., His full name is Anthony Albanese, and I like the man.
The War office is a bit iffy, I sometimes thought she’s a right wing, closet Liberal; which would not sit well with her very late grandfather. He was a member of the ALP, and had a seat in the ‘Upper House’, in the Bear Pit, otherwise known as the N.S.W. State Parliament in Macquarie Street, Sydney. More useless information than you need but it helps to fill up space.
This young lady rang me at the request of Comrade Albo, I being a card carrying member of the ALP, and knowing that I’m getting on in years and quite frail, or should that be fragile, to ask if I was right for getting to the polling station on Saturday, that’s tomorrow, to vote.
I assured her that I was fine, and though I much prefer, and enjoy, going to the polling station on the day, the War Office, AKA my wife, planned to take me to the nearest polling station on Wednesday to vote. We had a chat for a few minutes, and I said something that obviously amused her, as she said she’d pass it onto Albo and I thanked her and hung up.
Wednesday, the War Office took me to the nearest polling station, which happened to be in an Anglican; read Church of England, hall. As I entered, I felt sure the walls shuddered and were about to fall down upon me, but they recovered and I cast my vote.
When I returned to the car, she was waiting there, as we had Coco with us, we’d taken him for a run in the park, and we never leave him alone in the vehicle, he is a very nervous little puppy in a car; I think it stems from the day; he was taken to a pound, and dumped. He never looks out the window never takes his eyes off whoever’s driving.
I digress; the War Office decided that she too, might as well go along, and get her voting out of the way, she doesn’t enjoy Polling Day. On returning, she made a mistake, and did something, that she’s never done in the last 45 years, she actually let slip who she voted for.
Comrade Albo will be pleased.
But tomorrow I shall miss going along to the Annandale Public School to vote, A ‘flyer’ was in our letter box when we arrived home and you can read for yourselves what a jolly time we have here on Polling Day.
Children love it, and they are getting themselves well groomed for the future, when they too will be required to go along, and cast a vote. A privilege to savour, respect and might I add enjoy!