Mirrors, The Newsroom, Waterloo Place.

I'm going to revisit these mirrors, when the light is different. The poor girl in the mirror really couldn't figure out what I was doing.

Bought milk. Walked home, wondered where the wet feeling down my right leg was coming from and discovered the milk was leaking. Got home, put jacket and jeans in the washing machine, and the remains of the milk in the fridge.

When the washing machine had stopped spinning I saw my debit card was stuck to the inside of the glass door.

*sigh*...