Venomous harridans

Laurence's tone was dismissive. He reached for his briefcase. "Lately you've been in a bate these last few mornings. I hope you can make yourself a little more aggreable this evening. If this is what reading the newspaper does for you, I might have it delivered to the office."

— Jojo Moyes, The Last Letter from Your Lover.

I read that passage and then immediately recalled this video ...

Apologies if I've posted it before. Obviously my mind is fit only for small furry animals.

Speaking of which, I was just out walking the dog and got as far as the oval before I realised I still had on my slippers.

Hot and red

Big Red is taking shape, as you can see from this random display on the floor.
Yesterday, my best friends Laura and Shelley came over and we hunkered down in the sewing room to get cracking on the first stage of assembly: making the four-square blocks. Laura did the selection of what went where and with what, Shelley was on the iron, and I was on the Big Bernina. It was fabulous!
By the end of the day, I had all the four-square blocks stitched and ironed, and I'd made a start on sewing them into 16-square blocks.
Luckily, it's perfect weather for this sort of activity. I mean, what else can you do, really, when it's two weeks into "autumn" and the forecast is 38 (100F) and horrible for today, and 40 (104) and even more horrible tomorrow?
Blinds down, air-con on, quilt.
Have a great weekend!