Happily we seem to be past the furnace temperatures for now. What we could do with is rain. Lots of it. We’ve had one percent of the annual rainfall this July . That’s pretty piss poor, frankly and someone amongst the gods on Olympus will be kept back for some extra homework on maintaining an appropriate level of moisturising. Much more of this and we’ll need some planet-level Botox.
The Textiliste is working with a friend, making a really rather splendid quilt for a challenge. It’s made up of a series of asymmetric elements and has had to be laid out on our sitting room carpet for the two quilters to assemble the quilt. There has been a lot of head scratching and moving pieces around….
That self same sitting room rug doubles as a base for me to exercise, following a variety of 20 minute hiit classes. On Wednesday I laid out my mat and knelt down to smooth it flat… when I spotted a pin. And a second. And a third. In the end I found fourteen. I must own to being somewhat perturbed by this somewhat sneaky attempt to perforate me, though it did occur to me that I may be doubling as a sort of human sized voodoo doll that the two women were using to represent the person who set this challenge as it is clearly driving them more and than a little bonkers.
We are close to our gardener who we consider to be a friend. In that context we were delighted to hear he has decided to give up smoking. As a small celebration of that achievement, the Textiliste saw a book that she knew would appeal to him. She even modified the title in memoriam of his previous habit…
I picked the gooseberries yesterday. One point seven kilos. Despite the heat the soft fruit this year has been excellent. And the apple tree is weighed down with fruit. I’m taking the positives still…
…which included a rather delicious brunch with the Vet on Sunday… hmm
And Dog…? Still soaking it all up