So I turn up at the local polling booth with my wife. Basically, she's previously been half an hour or so late and is usually the first (give or take) to vote. This year she was voter number 63 and we waited an hour.
While she was inside, I decided it was safer to wait outside and have fun (as much as can be had by a resident waiting for their citizen spouse to finish voting) watching the queue snake around the booth, while I sat there hoping the embassy will actually count my vote in the NZ elections later this week.


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