At Subiaco Primary they’re all out in force, threatening skies above matching the mood.
I run the gauntlet of the how-to-vote wavers, as they desperately try to sway the unsure ten percent.
“No thank you, thank you, I don’t need your brochure. Rupert already told me how to vote”
There’s a long-suffering dog who lies in the porch each Saturday morning – he seems to have been displaced today.
“Why do you have a violin?” asks the nice AEC lady.
“It’s a ukulele, you’re mistaken”, I said with a smile. We ran out of worthy songs for the occasion almost two hours ago.
Numbered all eight boxes of the House of Reps green ballot – a pointless effort in Curtin, but you have to try.
All 62 numbers put down for the Senate, though any number after three was a protest, not a choice.
Waited for the woman in the wheelchair to put her votes in boxes. Perhaps she was prolonging the moment on purpose.
Let the man with the small boy cut the queue before me – I bet I can guess who got his vote.
And out the door and into the day, duty done ’til the double dissolution.
Please just let there be some seats with sense still in the Senate.