So, just when I thought things couldn’t get any grander after my discovery that Madonna is my neighbor, guess who else just moved into the neighborhood!!!! Tony Blair! Yes, ex-PM Tony Blair.

There haven’t been any sightings of either yet, but I will certainly keep my eyes open as well as continue to stalk them outside their homes.

Other than that, the job search marches bravely on as I have been dropping off countless CVs all over town, as well as sending them frantically into cyberspace.  No word yet, but morale is high and rising. Could be due to the tennis frenzy in the air from Wimbledon, or perhaps the caffeine and sugar effect from the freakish amounts of tea and Lebanese desserts I consume. Or maybe the good spirits are actually misinterpreted paranoia from the bomb scares of last week. Hmmm. Hard to say, but the Londoners are certainly on their toes. Saturday, Domingos, Karen and I went to check out Borough Street Market. Delightful and large open-air market with every food item you could possibly imagine under colorful tents. Imagine a Turkish bazaar in Epcot Center. Well, the three of us are hanging out sampling cookies, when we hear a loud hissing noise and then the pounding of footsteps hitting the pavement. We turn around and there is a massive stampede of people running from a tent. Like Pamplona, but no bull in sight. Just a nasty, gnarled knot of arms, legs and shopping bags tearing down the street and little samples of bread, cheese, sausages and olives flying off overturned tables and raining down in the dust. Domingos and I step off to the side, but after the street has cleared, we look up and Karen is nowhere in sight. She appeared a few minutes after, unscathed. There were broken dishes and squashed food all over the ground. Everyone thought it was a bomb, except for Domingos, who suspected it was a sniper. A SNIPER?! Must be a cultural difference. You would fear a sniper growing up in Rio, but a bomb in the US, right? False alarm though. One of the venders had a grill, and apparently it was making a suspicious noise. He went horribly wrong though by proceeding to scream while running for dear life, alarming everyone and sparking the stampede. Very, very exciting Saturday afternoon.