Good morning on this dawning day, one full of more yet to be uncovered electoral promises – none of which will be kept, one which will reveal more overnight crime in Alice Springs, one which will reveal more scouring of ovals and scorch marks on roads because of hooning, one that will reveal early morning traffic chaos on our streets, one which will dawn upon those who sleep in the long grass, in shop doorways, on the sides of the roads in their vehicles – which double as their homes.

A morning leading into a day that will offer multiple challenges but few celebrations, a day when criticism and brickbats will be hurled all over the place, with scant appreciation and thanks to those deserving of commendation.

A day which will reveal litter and rubbish in multiple public places, where some businesses will be temporarily closed for lack of staff – or permanently shut because of bankruptcy.

A day that will frustrate many because of restriction on alcohol trading hours, the ability to purchase vapes, and the ever skyrocketing price of cigarettes.

A day like so many others, which may dawn with some hope, but is likely to end in hopeless despair.

A day full of political posturing, finger pointing and denial of responsibility for what is happening in the world.

What then, of tomorrow?