The Patrick Caulfield exhibition at Tate Britain was a much-needed palate cleanser after rather too many Lowrys this afternoon. I couldn't find an image of my favourite still-life of platters of choucroute and salade Niçoise, suggestive of old-school food photography from the days of fondue sets and chicken bricks, but Antonio Carluccio talks about it in the video here. (You'll need to scroll down to the end.)

And I do like Caulfield's sense of humour. I remember coming across his grave in Highgate cemetery.