Granny casts her vote…and laughs

Hello All.

I stopped, to take the above pic, on my way home from work last night.
To show you how the mist was rolling in.
I have more.
If you are good I might show you.

So today we have local elections in this country.
Today’s results determine who runs our local area.
Or who DOESN’T run them.
I know my vote is going to do diddly squat.
However, if you don’t vote you can’t bitch.
And we all know how I like to bitch.
At least I can say I didn’t vote for the ruling catastrophe.

So Mex and I go to vote at about lunchtime.
We figured most people would be at home eating.
There was a line of about twelve people.
Nothing major.
We had hardly joined the queue when an official cam up to Mex and asked Mex to go with him.
Mex was puzzled but went along.
I tagged along out of curiosity.
The official then scanned in Mex’s ID book and directed him into the main room.
When I said I was with Mex they did the same to mine.

Mex muttered to me.
Why had he jumped the queue?
And the penny dropped.
And I burst out laughing.
“It’s your silver hair”
And your wrinkles.
But I didn’t say that.
Sometimes I can be kind.
He wasn’t too amused.
He is only 66.

The beach was beautiful.
Not a breath of wind.
Jasmine raced around like a crazy thing.
Scared the hell out of a couple of people.
I pretended I had never seen her before.

And now let me start supper.