The weekend decided to be really really hot. It was sticky and muggy and just generally not good weather for doing anything much except watching Poirot with the ceiling fan on.
My plans to finish a red circle skirt I had cut out on Friday evening were halted and my poor new sewing machine sat unused the entire weekend (except for about 15mintues Saturday morning where I wound up a bobbin, threaded the machine and ran some of my skirt fabric through the machine to test the tension - it literally purred, I love my new machine...).
And this is what Monty looks like when its too hot - he sits smack bang in the middle of the lounge room floor under the ceiling fan with his belly facing up to catch as much air as possible. Cutie-poe-tootie...