'Ere We Go Again

As usual it was my job to let the Presiding Officer into the Salvation Army hall early this morning.  Except that I overslept and had to throw jeans on over my pyjamas and go down like that.  Just made it in time.  Then, for the first time in my adult life, I queued outside my own polling station in order to vote.  There were so many people that they were desperately trying to keep the hall door open with an inadequate wedge.  In my section of the queue we were all agreed that we weren't sure about Europe, but would confidently vote for a decent door wedge!