I was really looking forward to filling in a form for the five-yearly Australian census. You have no idea how much I love forms.
I was in Shepparton on August 8. Jamie, Erin and I were going to have a census party. We were a household.
The form never showed up in our letterbox. It wasn’t even under the doormat. Perhaps it was because we live in a serviced apartment. Yet, when our hosts dropped by for a chat the next day, they told us that guests staying in the other apartments were given forms.
I was crushed.
I particpated in a telephone survey this morning but even that couldn’t ameliorate the pain of losing my census.