I’ve had my say.
Now I sit back to watch the count unfold.
I am nervous and worried about the outcome, but I am so thankful to live in a country where friendly people of all political persuasions handed my children balloons as we walked into the poll rather than bullets. Not everyone on this planet is so lucky.
We didn't get any baloons! But... uh... I suspect that is not the point.
ReplyDeleteNice thoughts Sweets.
We didn't get balloons either.
ReplyDeleteI have to admit I was relieved. I always feel stupidly embarrased when my kids are proudly carrying the wrong (by me) balloons.
Let the best one win.
The best one better bloody win.
good luck guys! from this side of the Tasmin, it is impossible to tell who should win!!
ReplyDeleteNo balloons here either, but a nice sausage sanga and some cupcakes. It was all a bit depressing really ...
ReplyDeleteAgree. I picked up a box of cupcakes from the school cake stall as I left and the juxtaposition of that and what citizens of other countries go through just to vote was not lost on me. x
ReplyDeletebeautifully said Sal! we are lucky.
ReplyDeleteno balloons here either..just the smell of sausages everywhere.
i'm a a bit nervous here thinking maybe the worst one will win
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No balloons but an icecream at the corner shop, our little reward for the walk and having to vote! Crossing my fingers all goes well.
ReplyDeleteno they certainly are not. good thing to remember and be thankful for. who won?
ReplyDeleteWe had a very quietvote as we were the only ones voting at that time....I waited till after the rush. I was able to show my eldest the ballot papers and how to vote as he is doing parliament in class and they have elections and parliament every wednesday. I wasn't sure if i was allowed to do that but no-one said anything, they were probably too busy watching my other son sliding up and down the lovely wooden floorboards in the hall :-)
ReplyDeleteSo very, very true! I kept reminding my kids of that all day, how so lucky we are.
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