A supposed day of rest was intended today after yesterday's world fair trip, apart from a lunch out to a friend's house it was pretty restful, it's just that I wasn't very tired. Goodness only knows why, I stayed up very late indeed to write the essay up and pick a picture of the day.

Today's picture is of something which has no real relevance to the day at all, but I think should be mentioned. It may be distasteful to say so, but my old French grandmother, God rest her soul, did have rather poor taste in decorations.

When she died a few years back, I inherited her room - no problem for me really, you've probably seen the pictures of the view from the window, and it's rather spacious; a nice place to stay by all means. Except for the cack on the wall (how do you spell cack? Cac? Cak? Cach? God knows).

Anyway, when I try to sleep at night, the two guys in this particular piece of cheap tack metal 'art' from the market look down upon me at night. Actually, it's probably worse for them than it is for me. This is just one of several cheap masterpieces intended to fill out the walls, which, incidentally, have embarrassingly effeminate wallpaper stuck to them. Yes I complain, but I happen to know sod all about decoration - maybe I should stop here then before someone teaches me.