Cake and culture

I've been meaning to post for what seems like ages, but I've been busy eating too much of this:

There isn't any left now: we ate large chunks from a tupperware box, washed down with tea from a cardboard cup, whilst perched on our wooden seats at the Globe on Saturday.  My favourite production there so far, and it was a delight to hear the Girl chuckling and giggling all the way through.

And if that little slice of Shakespeare wasn't enough, someone wrote a sonnet for me.

I only get one every twenty years, so I'm feeling a bit choked up!