I’ve learned to celebrate the occasional small victory …
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 …
Stewed-ants, too-daze lessen his a bout de weighs inn witch spiel-chequers cant bee deep-ended own.
I dedicate this to all the Y12 and Y13 students whose typed submissions I am marking at the moment. You deserve something in return for the frequent face-palms and occasional belly-laughs you are giving me …
Hay Spiel-Chequer Lessen.
The Boar's Head, Eastcheap 