Vote Vote VOTE!!

[doire]

Genuine candidate at the door, looking like he'd not slept in a week, reminding us to vote. I was able to assure him that we all had done so already (one postal, one me, and one already crossed off the list at the polling station when I went (So secret; so secure; must have voted going to work rather than on the way home.)) and he reeled off down the front path.

Cambridge usually declares about 5 in the morning; I can't see him making it till then. Though adrenaline is a wondrous thing.