Well, well, who saw this coming? The weather looks set fair for the weekend. It's been a frustrating few weeks, meteorological speaking. The working week has been absolutely lovely, but the weekends have been wet and miserable, like Geoffrey Howe (political reference for the teenagers, there!).
It's just as well it supposed to be nice because the (ie. my) wife and I are at The Globe on Saturday evening. It's Julius Caesar this time, a play I'm not too familiar with. Take it from me, friends, there is no more atmospheric place on God's green earth than the Globe on a summer's evening. It exudes drama, from the oh-so-hard bench seats to the thatch. I cannot wait.
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