Sort of ethnic

The main event of the day was the Italian Grand Prix, during which we had a lovely lunch and after which we picked up some cookery tips from Raymond Blanc and watched an episode of the excellent Foyle's War.

Back home, I treated myself to another lovely bite to eat (just spag bol from the microwave, but a really good one), watched a bit of so-so TV and now am beginning to think about talking to my pillow. Maybe some music first...

The blip? Sorry, almost forgot. This is a throw thingy which Carl has draped over an ottoman in his library/study. It always strikes me as Mexican, or South American at least.

p.s. Yesterday's back-blip