Optimistic

Skinny and Bushy-Black were both present at the morning bird feeding. This is Skinny on top of the guinea pig run, all the nearer to the birds. I've never seen him catch one, although there are a few pigeon feathers around every so often.

I cycled to and from work in glorious sun, then went to vote in the evening. The statistics up on the board showing how many voters had visited per hour seemed quite low to me. 

Fred and I celebrated casted our vote with a spontaneous meal at The Garden. I had a strange appetite, just wanting salad. Perhaps I was thirsty.