I started this post way back at the beginning of the day and here it is, 10:38 p.m. and I'm just getting back to it. *sigh* Such is life right now.
Anyway, today is the day we assume was Shakespeare's birthday. It is also, by coincidence, or Providence as I prefer to say, the day he died.
So, in his honour (British spelling), I give you some of my favorite Shakespeare and Globe Theatre pictures.
John and I also celebrated by going out for dinner to a pub. It didn't have the classic British pub atmosphere, but it was as close as we could get.
John had fish and chips with an amber ale and I had sausage (aka bangers) and mash with a hard cider.
We should celebrate Shakey's birthday more often!
On second thought, once a year is probably good. My waistline has enough trouble without my eating sausage and mashed potatoes every day!