[Girl next door] Voted !

This morning, Sunday 15 March 2020, we wake up with MrSirban not knowing too much whether we're going to vote or not. The day before, France has set off the Stadium 3 to counter Coronavirus and containment measures are gradually being put in place to stem its exponential spread. In the middle of the morning, civic duty is believed to be important in spite of everything. The #8217 zombie attack Covid-19 did #8217 not cancel the elections and the elected mayor “will reign” on the patelin until 2026.

So we went to vote in accordance with the health guidelines. We took our little blue ballpoint pen and the identity #8217 papers, direction to the polling station ! It is noon, we expect #8217 to see people, but in the end we're only four voters. Hydroalcoholic gel, gloves and masks are available to voters. The #8217 atmosphere is really special, #8217 is gloomy. There's a little bit of an air of “end of the world”… One of the assessors #8217 not stop blowing in a single-use handkerchief that #8217 does not throw away ! I #8217 have allergic rhinitis due to cypresses, I reassure myself by thinking that #8217 has gout in his nose for the same reasons. Time will tell ! Carpe Diem ! Enjoy !

Despite everything, I don't deprive myself of #8217 a small “selfisoloir” ! Elections are rare enough not to miss the #8217 opportunity to #8217 a display of breasts in the #8217 voting booth.

I remember, when I #8217 showed my breasts in the #8217 in 2014, for municipal women, a nice papi had opened my curtain while I #8217 was in full display with my voter #8217 card ! I had been afraid that #8217 #8217 he would go to the staff or the gendarmerie. Given the #8217 abstention rate, I haven't #8217 encounter the slightest worry of surprise !

We went home rather skeptical. In our humble opinion and without wanting to politicize this blog which is a space of libertinism and a sharing of pleasures, we are deeply convinced that the elections should have been postponed for a few months for the good of all ! In addition, hygienic equipment is lacking in hospitals, while #8217 is understaffed and saturated. Without sinking into psychosis, these elections are a health nonsense in the midst of a pandemic.

Our polling station is located in a small Provençal village of a handful of souls and the sanitary measures have been respected at best. This is unlikely to be the case in large cities where polling stations are more people. Contacts remain mandatory, such as opening or closing the curtain, for example. We washed our hands well for a minute back home. Brief… we did our civic duty !

I had a hard time finding the urn…

would you like to cast your ballot in a small slot ?

I hope you enjoyed these few shots, they're of the day !

Take care of yourself, be careful and I will only advise you too much to postpone your libertine parties until later. At the start of the Stadium 3, MrSirban and I decided to stop our libertine outings the time that the epidemic passes. We are not particularly afraid of catch it, but one would not want to run the risk of being a healthy carrier or a contaminating vector. Licentiousness, It is the sharing, but it is also and above all benevolence and respect.