Happy voter, happy hoarder!
My wife always shouts at me that I never throw anything away. Today I proved her wrong, because when I finally got to the front of the queue at the Polling Station I was told I did not appear on the voters roll. I was stumped because my wife was there and not me. Like a magician I whipped out my original receipt signed, sealed and handed to me by the registration authorities. They had no choice, they had to let me vote. Strike one to us.
