Sore Feet and other minor catastrophes

Greetings from a very noisy hostel lobby. It's about 930pm here and the music is full blast, and there's rather lively game of pool being played by the staff. All in all though--it's a nice place. Very clean...and the key code locks are so secure that even I have a hard time getting in. There's a luggage storage room that I haven't used. Before you start shaking your head--I'm also on the third floor and storage is on the ground floor with no lift...I used my luggage lock and shoved everything way back under the bed. That should do.

Ok. So minor catastrophe number one--maybe you all can pray. I've lost my camera. I was in tears over it yesterday--it's brand new, pretty--and has all my pictures so far on it. I've checked all my luggage and the hotel I stayed in Saturday night. The only place I think I may have left it is on the tube--I've filed a lost property report. Just pray that it's turned in. A long shot, I know--but God delights in impossibilities, doesn't he?

And if it doesn't turn up--pray that I let it go. The only other explanation is someone stole it, and that's just not a cool thing to dwell on when you're in a very big city by yourself. It's made me suspicious and paranoid, not to mention really bummed. I did pick up one of those one use disposable cameras--but it has cut down on my picture taking considerably. If anyone knows of where to get a cheap camera in London, I'll take any suggestions--it seems pretty pointless to be here and not be able to take pictures.

All that said, God knew I would lose it...He's looking out for me, even here in a city that is so crammed full of people I feel very very small.

The only other catastrophe really is that I only have one pair of feet. This is a big city, and there's so much to see. I must have walked miles and miles today--oh but I haven't told you where I've been.. just you wait--