St. Paul's

This morning Debbie and I went to St. Paul's for church.  It was nice, but there were not very many people there.  Most of the singing I couldn't understand, but it sounded pretty.  The sermon was interesting and I found out that the British say Isiah really weird.  After the service we went to Leicester Square to get some chopping done, and now I only have two things I have to get before I leave.  Maybe some extras if I still have money and space in my suitcase.