The clerk's at my 'designated table' had never heard of my address/location so were just about to make efforts to visit 'elsewhere' to check I was not some loony....until elder Noodlette intervened
There is benefit of having a surly teenager...
Clerks: "We cannae find you, are you sure you are at the right table..?"
Surly Teenager, before I could answer: "she told my dad to come here (gesturing to the woman on the door) and I checked it (looking at the clerks as if they dared to challenge her being right)"
Clerks (to me): "So does your address start with N or D"
Surly Teenager: "<rolls eyes> Dad, are they not listening? I can see it from here....<points to the list>...there it is. Sheesh."
Clerks: "<look nervous>...<I let them>....here you are sir, please accept our apologies for the delay, nobody from your postcode has voted so we did not know where to look"
Surly teenager: "<looking at list, we are 'country folk set in out ways> Ian and Alison have voted, and so have Margaret and Gordon..." (and then under her breath - "It's alphabetical you muppet...")
I'm glad I took her