And so the 50th birthday celebrations continue!
First of all, an illustration:
You’ll find more illustrations like this at Mark’s blog. Hit the pic to access it.
That’s my way of saying ‘thank you’ to everyone who offered me a place to stay if I could get there.
I can’t tell you how touched I was by your generous offers; or how desperately the Hub tried to make it happen (a little too desperate for my liking; but that’s an earbashing for another day).
Finances, however, want me to celebrate in modest style; and so I will have to decline your kind offers. I’m so sad about that. Thank you, thank you, thank you all!
The Hub, keen to get me out of the house, won’t let me be sad for long, He has managed to make me deliriously happy on a budget and without Maltesers: I’m going to London to visit the Queen.
The Scottish Queen, that is; from centuries ago: Lady Macbeth.
Okay, that was a long-winded, round-the-houses, you-readers-have-a-life-you-know way of saying that I’m going to watch Macbeth at the Globe! The Globe! The Globe!
I have been once before and it is on my bucket list to do again. In fact, it will always be on my bucket list; I will never get enough of the Globe.
The Hub is not going with me, but fear not – I won’t get lost in London because Spud will be there to hold my hand. We will take the train (a two-hour express) down next week Thursday; see some sights; and then book into our hotel-come-hostel-come-student digs thing (told you we were on a budget). We could have saved more money by taking our own bedding but I don’t want to carry it for two days.
I will get no sleep because I’ll be too excited but I’ll manage the breakfast they promise; and then we will head to the theatre for our tour and exhibition (pre-paid), before standing as groundlings. Groundlings pay a fiver to stand (often in the rain) to watch the show. It’s the only way to experience the Globe – I had a seat last time but gave it up to be a groundling, squeezing in to lean on the stage during the second half of the performance.
I have so much to look forward to: flea pit hotel; theatre pit in the rain; smelly armpits if it’s sunny (menopause symptoms stink).
I have the best husband!