True to form, I made my mind up this morning right before walking out of the door. My vote will be worth little apart from to me and principle but by those I stand.
Little Dog was welcomed as usual inside the polling station. She had her ears tickled despite coming with a fingers warning. They remembered her and maybe, she remembered them. She looked all over for her own ballot paper, couldn't find one so made do with a walk on the moors instead.
That niggling random pain in my inside thigh had all but gone but came back with a vengeance last night and for the first time, I felt it walking today. Luckily, Physio Wes was already booked in and I've gone for another next week.