On Thursday, we didn't have any fixed engagements. So I did a bit of writing in the morning, then wandered around the neighborhood a bit and gradually wound my way to the Charles Dickens museum. Went to a few galleries in the afternoon, and I ended up at Westminster Abbey for Evensong, the evening mass, at 5pm. I followed that up by reading for a bit in a cafe. Met Iain for dinner at a dutch pancake restaurant. Ended at a pub that was delightfully authentic until it was invaded by drunken American college students who high-fived the bar tender.