My late wife Allie and our family car were pressed in to service to help get every vote out.
We were to collect Labour voters and take them to the polling station.
One woman told us that she wanted to vote but had to wait for her husband who expected to have his tea on the table on arrival from work. He would be displeased if he got home to find she wasn't there.
Allie assured her that we'd get her back before he arrived. It would only take a minute.
The voter beamed. She and her kids piled in and off we shot.
After the deed had been done the delighted voter and kids were then taken back home. It had been fun for them.
A hungry and disgruntled husband was waiting on the doorstep. We hadn't been quick enough.