Well it was Big Sister actually.Last evening was Census night in New Zealand and Jean was going to make sure nobody was left unaccounted for in her area.
It wasn't the first time I'd been in an isolated part of the country on census night and they've always managed to catch me in their bureaucratic net.
Not that I went to great lengths to avoid them.
I was just living my life and doing what I do.
One night many census's ago I was on my yacht Sofia in the beautiful Bon Accord Harbour at Kawai Island in Auckland's Hauraki Gulf.
The sun was going down and friends and I were toasting the fact that we had escaped the census when there was a put-put-put of a little outboard motor and sure enough, in the tiny dinghy was an intrepid census taker with their reams of paperwork. He came aboard, we had a few laughs and he went away happy and satisfied with a job well done.
Last evening I was sitting once again with a few friends at Tokerau Beach and we were wondering if we were going to be counted.
They were voicing their concerns about not existing. I'd just said they shouldn't worry,
someone will turn up.
And moments later someone did.
It was Big Sister Jean.
So I guess I'll continue to exist as a statistic.
Until next time...
hahaha you can run but you can't hide...they are everywhere...fun read, great post.
ReplyDeleteYou see, you can't escape from being counted and nobody can deny that you really exist.
ReplyDeleteShe looks nice, your Sister Cencus.
Erika
They even came back for an indepth inter view at my place. Does that mean I was counted twice?
ReplyDeleteFor some strange reason I always end up with the "random long form." Random -right! Turns out they always take the first house on the right, and there aren't enough streets in my area for there to be another house on the right.
ReplyDeleteShe looks like a jolly lady! You can run but you can't hide.... :)
ReplyDeleteGreat photo. Good story too. Thanks for sharing.
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