Small city voting

7am, St Albans
Out of bed, coffee, shower, wash, get dressed. Rummage around to find polling cards.
7.30am
Get distracted for 20 mins when the postman turns up with the advance author copies of my novel. Miss chance for breakfast.
7.50am
Check out multimap to see where polling station is. Leave house. It's overcast and grey.
7.55am
Short walk later there. Follow the signs, walk into the school. No one else in polling station. Get my name crossed off. The officials seem flustered. Doubt many people have voted yet. Handed two ballot papers, one white, one buff. Forget which is local and which is national by the time I'm in the booth. Wish I had had time for second cup of coffee.
8am
Luckily I can tell from the candidates names. Seem to remember that last time I did this I put an X in the box. Looked about for instructions. Couldn't see any so put an X in a box on each ballot paper.
Put the right ballot paper in the right ballot box. (This is labeled.)
Another potential voter walks in as I leave.
Wonder if tellers (there are 3 outside sat on chairs, holding clipboards) will ask me for my name. No. They are gossiping together.

Small city voting: like reaching a WI cake stall to find all the good stuff been sold.