The 'you've won!' counter at Argos.

Argos, the store.

This store similar to Target from what I can gather, except for one
major difference. If you notice, it has basically no products on
display. The deal is, you look through the cataloges, punch the
numbers into a stock checker and take those numbers to a kiosk to pay.
Then about 5 min later they call your number like a fast food joint,
your numbers appear on a tv like you've won at kino, and you come pick
up your goods. So strange.
I bought some color-coordinated sheets that actually clashed, so had
to immediately get in the return line to exchange for a different
color. From what I gather, that is the one big fault with the can't-
see-before-you-buy system. But I suppose it is understandable in cramped little London.

At Mildred's vegetarian restaurant.

The picture does it no justice.

Cloudy Kev

I was having fun unstuffing a new overly-stuffed pillow I bought today.

My neighborhood.

This is the tube map, quite literally.

Flower market.

Came across the Columbia Street Flower Market today. Absolutely
delicious.
Walking down the tiny ancient cobble-stoned street packed with flower-
hungry people and eager-to-please venders, you could hear such things
as, "The whole lot of the flat- 3 quids!" and "Cheap pussies here! Why
are you looking at me like that? Where's your mind? Pussy willows here."

Now tired from treking across town all morning and afternoon through 4
different markets, I'm finding that my relationship with my London is
blossoming beautifully. I love my new little lemon tree,
clementine bush, and strawberry, corriander (cilantro), and parsely
plants that have somehow found their way home.

Big bingo center.