Four hundred years of The Bard! I wonder what Mary Arden thought she was unleashing on the world when she gave birth four hundred and fifty two years ago? She could not have imagined how that mewling and puking scrap of humanity would make an impact on all the English speaking world once he had finished creeping unwillingly to school, come to man's estate and had made the world his stage. Four hundred and fifty two years ago today (or thereabouts!) he was born, four hundred years ago today he died on England's national day, St George's Day. So cry God for England, Willy and St George!
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The big birthday this week though was a ninetieth, that of Elizabeth Alexandra Mary Mountbatten-Windsor. What an amazing woman! Seeing photographs of her or television footage one would guess at someone in her sixties or at most, in her seventies. I still smile when I think about the Olympic opening ceremony. Her birthday celebrations will be going on for several months so I don't feel too bad at being slightly late in saying, Happy Birthday, Ma'am.
And in my own family we have been celebrating a special lady too. Auntie Hettie was 91 this week. For most people she isn't as important as either William S or Elizabeth R but for me she is one tremendous gal.