Tinkling the Ivories...

Except of course for very good ethical reasons they're not made of ivory! After an all night fancy dress party that I won't bore you with*, and with only slightly pale complexions we hosted Sunday roast lunch for Janet's dad and gf, her brother greg_lovett of this parish, along with his wife, and her dad's sister. Having reduced further the percentage of blood in his blood stream by dint of fine Gigondas and even finer Bas Armagnac, your photographer then collapsed into an easy chair to listen to Cathy play our infrequently used piano, and very well she plays too.
*oh ok, I will bore you anyway. The extra is a selfie I took last night before heading out, to check the outfit wasn't too, well, fit.