My Work Here Is Done …

I’ve learned to celebrate the occasional small victory …

BH cantona scores

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 …

WWSD

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 …

Author: Boar's Head, Eastcheap

Villainous abominable misleader of youth; old white-bearded Satan - according to my boss. Landlord at Shakespeare's notorious tavern; hyperactive English Teacher; Unashamed Socialist; Reader; Scrabble Warrior; friend of the Orangutan

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