I love forms. There’s just something about boxes. Seven years ago, I was crushed by missing out on Australia’s 2006 census. My disappointment was finally wiped by my participation as Person 1 in the 2011 census.
So you’ll understand my joy when on a work trip in New Zealand, I found these forms tucked under the door of my hotel room.
You may be thinking, ‘That’s ridiculous. How many people in the hotel are actually going to fill in the form?’
I’ll have you know that the next morning, I walked into the lift and there were two other people. All three of us had the white census envelope, ready to give to the reception staff.