Last weekend, in Albany, I took my mum to a farmers' market.
Out the front of the boatshed where it was held, a young woman dressed up as a tree and wearing a face mask was trying very hard, through the somewhat confusing medium of tap-dance and mime, to persuade folks to vote for the Greens.
I didn't see anyone from the ALP or the Libs, though the seat is held by Wilson Tuckey (ye gods).
There was a bloke from the Nationals, however, who tried to thrust some election pamphlets at me.
"No thanks," I said, "I don't live here."
"Aren't you lucky," he said to me with a big sigh, not at all ironically.