Red belly

Had to endure an online training session (Jason must have said "basically"  every third word on average), then went up to the West End for a yoga class. On my return Stewart was at his usual station on the bin outside the restaurant kitchen, but due to having my eye in from gazing at seabirds on Monday I appreciated the glowing red reflection on his belly. He glared at me as usual, but happily didn't feel the need to attack like his shite-y cousin on the IoM.