merry wives

I’ve been diagramming Shakespeare tonight. I called my seven year old niece for help but she was busy explaining the merits of water birthing to her mother who was busy explaining the demerits right back.

I watched Kenneth Branagh’s Hamlet (1996) twice over the weekend. That’s eight hours. Give or take, but mostly give because I kept rewinding the scenes with Horatio and Ophelia.

I’m thoroughly smitten with Branagh at the moment. He’s both brilliant and beautiful in the role. I stand by this in spite of Flynn’s exclamation…“Kenneth Branagh! Fo’ real??? I find that odd”.

I’ve just booked Steph and me tickets to see The Merry Wives of Windsor at the Globe next month because, you know, might as well.

I should probably call and tell her.