Charge-ing

I spent the afternoon on a picnic blanket with Omar, the guinea pigs (in their run nearby), the pigeons and sparrows, and jingly jangly cat (the new slinky, friendly cat on the block who steals Whisky's food). Whisky was asleep inside, avoiding the air pollution, which is quite bad - my throat feels a little tight and all the bins and cars (and I suppose all other things outdoors) are covered in dust. I couldn't not work outside in the sunshine, though.