Bishop Tutu and our Crazy Flat

After doing our shopping at Burroughs Market, we looked for a spot to eat some of our stuff and found the lawn around adjacent Southwark Cathedral to do so. That is when we discovered that Bishop Tutu would be performing the next day's service. So, Sunday morning we schlepped our way back and attended. It was a treat, both to listen to Bishop Tutu and to check out the service in this beautiful, small, and therefore intimate, cathedral. We were seated on the side right by the altar and so had a close up view of the bishop's profile. And afterwards, we shook his hand! (Confidential to "Harahan M....Sorry to boast again.)

What is this, you ask? Only the entry hall to our crazy flat. Done up over the top with the shattered mirror motif. Tara obviously doesn't harbor superstitions.
And this is our bathroom sideways. (Confidential to Nola Lisa...So where is that fricking delete button?)
Here is our bathroom straight-up. Again, so many damned mirrors! They have inspired many dreams of nips and tucks. Sign me up, Laura P., for a complete makeover when I get home.