After 'Night of the Spiders' (shiver), it dawned on the river Avon, and this is what I saw:
I forgive you, nasty-spider-filled-Avon river.
Next, the cruel mumster MADE us go to a workshop she'd planned through the Royal Shakespeare Company. BearBoy and I were *forced* to attend this professionally run private workshop with the actor who played Edgar in the RSC's production of 'King Lear'. Sigh. The worst part? IT WAS SO MUCH FUN. Drat. I never thought that working with 'A Midsummer Night's Dream', and yelling at storm clouds could be so much fun.
Then we ate at MY choice for a restaurant - 'The Giggling Squid'. SO DELICIOUS. Everything was sublime. Even BearBoy conceded the superiority of my food choices. We stopped just short of licking the plates. There were many plates.
That night, we attended 'King Lear' at the RSC. IT WAS SO AWESOME. Even the Intrepid Daddyman enjoyed it. This, I assure you, is a major breakthrough.
So, another day, another conquest. RSC, you're mine.
Tomorrow - Stratford, Part Two!