Today I woke up this morning to find it pretty early, the exact time that I hate to wake up at as it is usually far too early. Anyway, I climbed out of bed, William was fast asleep in his bed next to mine and everyone else was tucked up and snoring (probably). So this meant that it is always far too early, as everyone apart from me sleeps in almost all day.
I ran down the stairs to check if it was my birthday (this was how tired I was) and sat down on the sofa, wondering what to do. Then I remembered – it was the Shakespeare Man day, where, at our usual club, a man would come and give us a Shakespeare talk from one to five.
ABOUT AN HOUR LATER
“Rush Hour,” my mother muttered.
Rush Hour?
Audience, really!
That starts at round about five.
Hermione Granger! We do not want anything hilarious on our show of Shakespeare today.
Zip.
Hmph.
Anyway, today I woke up, everyone was really busy, even I, to think of it. So, we climbed into the car –
Unzip.
– I’m going to ignore that. – and set off, like a Runaway Train.
OUT OF FUNNY TIME BECAUSE THIS IS TAKING ME FOREVER.
When we got there after dropping William off at school, we were very early, so did some Latin. Coquus est in culina. Mater est in triclinio. Patar est in tablino. Quintus est in horto. After a while, a man and a woman came in with boxes and boxes of stuff. I asked the man who was going to do the talk (Christopher Lloyd) if I could perhaps do a poem with Matilda and one all by myself. He agreed, and after the first talk about Magna Carta, and another talk about Shakespreare I did the two poems, Tilly joining in with one as she was a bit nervous at doing one all by herself in front of the crowd. I didn’t really blame her, as it is quite nerve-bottoming, but yes…
So, the Magna Carta talk was about the Magna Carta and all sorts of other things, but half of it was all about his daughter, Matilda, who is now twenty. Matilda was once at school, until she caught a terrible disease – not ebola, but BOREDOM. So Chris and his wife took Matilda out of school, and yet Matilda was interested in penguins, which is what my sister Matilda is interested in. The Magna Carta was signed by King John about a thousand years ago, and he agreed quite slowly. Eventually he took up a pen and went SQUIGGLE SQUIGGLE SQUIGGLE like many people do in signatures and sighed, “Righty-o!”
The second talk was about Shakespeare, a play-writer who made fourty plays, and if he was still alive now, he would be 400 and something. Ta-daa. Also, he wrote a play about a girl named Lavinia, who had her arms, tongue and ears cut off. Horrible. Apparentally everyone spat out their socks when they heard Shakespeare’s first play.
There was also a talk about Nature, which I may put with a capital letter, if you ask me, as it is incredibly important to me. So, he kept banging on about the trees and flowers and plants and stalks and things which was all very good and funny and great and I enjoyed it and everything and bla-bla-bla-bla. Pant, pant, pant, pant, pant…………:()……………. It was very fast, though.
I thought that it was incredibly once again brilliant, and I’d love Christopher round again……….DEFINITELY!
By the way, some of these features may not be true, as you can guess. Also, there were pockets and a coat Chris’ neighbour had made and you would have to pick the pockets and find objects for remindance and that sort of thing.