It was December 2019. I was at the Autobahn café in Papakura. You know the one; at the BP stop on the southern motorway as you flee the Supercity.
Before me was a few hours drive to
Matamata and I was taking a moment to myself, enjoying a coffee and scrolling my phone without the energy to go beyond the headline.
Stuff, that wonderful site that allows me to write
these columns, had a story about
the latest opinion polls. The election was still a year away but if religion is the opium of the common folk, polls are catnip to those ensnared by an interest in politics.
I clicked the link and there it was. The long-awaited glimmer in ACTs endless winter. For the first time in a decade, polls were giving ACT a second MP.