"Your first service in England and you’re in Westminster Abbey on Easter Sunday. You’re not doing too badly at all."
This morning, I accompanied Thomas to the morning Eucharist. I’d never been inside Westminster Abbey before and certainly never put on my ‘Sunday best.’ It may not have been the emotional experience that some churches have been before, but it was certainly a new and exciting one. The Abbey looked oddly familiar, from having watched the wedding and it it definitely one of the most gorgeous and magnificent buildings I’ve ever been inside. It’s also a little eerie to think of all the famous bodies you’re ‘stepping over.’
Mid-way through the service, there was a thundering noise that echoed from the ceilings. And of course, it had to be rain. England is back.
After the service, we walked through the dreariness to a pub on the Mall and settled down for a Sunday Pub Lunch. (which means I’ve officially crossed three things off my to-do list today!) We looked at our phones and Thomas had received a text that said "Happy Eater!" and gosh, it couldn’t have been more appropriate.
After lunch, we decided to take the 91 home, because walking in my sort-of heels and the weather probably wasn’t the best idea. We chased the bus down Trafalgar Sqaure and Charing Cross and caught it at the stop, through the puddles and things and it was just one of those happy things.
Also, someone appears to have left an easter egg for Gandhi, which was amusing.
The day has been cold on the outside and warm on the inside and it isn’t even half over yet. KASIA’S BIRTHDAY. To be continued, but it should be eventful.