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.

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