Remember my Shakespeare-hating GF? She Who Must Be Obeyed?
She who mocks my enjoyment of the plays – actually, scorns every single mention I make of him?
It’s not even Shakesphobia – more Shakesloathing …
Look below: that’s Her, on the left. She asked me a question about growing carrots, of all things: just another typical Monday evening, right?
Experience told me to fire a supplementary question back at her as quickly as possible, naturally fearing the consequences of a wrong answer (I don’t even have a garden at the moment, so it was highly likely I would say something stupid). Here’s how the conversation progressed …
I am now off to get this printed on a tee-shirt for her. And possibly on a canvas for my classroom.
[UPDATE] keen to atone for her moment of weakness, she’s now informed me that Ibsen wrote a poem about a carrot. He’d probably never seen one before …
The Boar's Head, Eastcheap 