The flat is christened (literally)

Woke up on Sunday morning feeling rested. St. Gabriel's Catholic church, circa 1850, is only a block away from our flat. We went to the 10:30 AM service, described as the "youth" mass, but it felt very traditional. Perhaps too much so, as it seemed sparsely attended, with few young people. The organ however sounded great -- a real pipe organ, not electronic -- and filled the church.

Then we walked to the Google office as a practice run for my first day on Monday. Seems like it will be about a 15 minute walk. The office is decorated in appropriately British attire.

We had the office to ourselves. Caught up on our eMail in the cafeteria while Laura explored. 

Looks like it was a fun TGIF on Friday.

Back at the flat, we realized we had no wine opener for the bottle of wine we had bought on the way home. (The flat had wine glasses, we assumed it would have a corkscrew). I tried to open it using a knife - big mistake. Pushing down on the cork, it suddenly gave way, and wine sprayed everywhere - including the ceiling, which was painted with flat (not glossy) paint. Result: the kitchen ceiling now has a lovely embedded pattern of wine spots...