Patchwork quilt

The patchwork quilt that I made when I was a teenager is exactly the right size for our futon - where Mr hazelh ended up this morning in a bid to escape my bombastic sneezing. I have no idea how I have caught another cold so quickly after the last, but I am not pleased.

I managed a (very long) day of work. I prepared a presentation to deliver at an event at the University of Edinburgh on Monday, prepared feedback on Rachel's draft PhD chapters, and undertook a couple of (hopefully unnecessary) hours of digital housekeeping.

Exercise today: none.