Informed by impeccable sources that the federal election would be held on 12 April, I booked a holiday to Italy, departing on the 14th. Then Cyclone Alfred swung in toward southern Queensland and the election was delayed. Damn it! The tickets were non-refundable but – thank Buddha! – my presence is no longer required on the campaign planes and buses. A nod from the boss, and away I slunk.
So it is that, for the first time in decades, I am consuming this election like most voters – intermittently through media, social and otherwise, and only when I can’t avoid it.
