The Charles Dickens Museum

Steve here. Today Mimi and I braved a light rain to visit the Charles Dickens Museum, a Georgian house where Dickens lived when he wrote Oliver Twist and Nicholas Nickleby.

I have always loved Dickens' books and fondly recall reading David Copperfield to the girls when they were little. They particularly liked Mr. Micawber, who was prone to giving long-winded orations before remarking, "In short . . ." and saying in plain words what he should have said to begin with.

The rooms were decorated for a Victorian Christmas, though the turkey appeared to be plastic. I took a picture of Mimi by the Christmas tree that could not be posted because she "looks like a drowned rat" (her words, not mine).

The highlight was seeing Dickens' writing desk up close and personal. It's amazing to think that the words written there are still being read all over the world.