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To drag my sorry arse off of this sofa and go and put away the mound of clean t-shirts laying on my bed, so I could actually possible go to bed sometime soon. And also I should actually take my empty suitcase upstairs and get it out of the way so the cats stop sleeping on it. Then I need to pack this laptop away so I can blog from home without swearing, then try to remember to find my mobile phone charger so that I can take that with me to enable me to possibly be able to talk to people.

But, ya know - I have a glass of wine, and I am sort of half watching the Italian Job on the tv, and I think Cleo wants to sit on my lap in place of this laptop.

So maybe not.

Well not just yet.

Since parking my arse on the sofa to watch the gran prix, I have hardly moved except to have a quick whiz and a ciggie.

I watched the James Bond film straight after the race, then watched three episodes of heroes, then top gear.

During the race we had a fantastic yellow split pea and pancetta soup with wine and herbs with a home made spicy cheese dip side dish.

And now we are about to have pasta with a cream and smoked duck sauce.

God I have been busy.

And drinking.

Ahhh Sundays.

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Just back from the farmers market near Rancho Collapso where Ships, Mrs F and I breakfasted on ostrich burgers from one of the stalls. Oh yummers, nommage of the highest order.

So with mine consumed I left them foraging the likes of smoked duck, smoked eel and god knows what sort of lovely smelly farm made cheeses and came back here to watch the Grand Prix.

How far into the race will it be before Lewis does something silly?

Oh well, Ships has threatened to make some sangria to help fortify us against the humidity, so that should help the race slip by in fine fashion.

And it is a bit odd that after two weeks in a place that does not do clouds, how nice rain feels on your skin.

Happy Sunday everyone.