My parents used to read Shakespeare, wrote Charmian, and when I was 16 my first boyfriend came over for Sunday afternoon tea.
My parents were reading out loud Henry V. My father was the King and my mother filled in as the ‘band of brothers’.
At “Once more unto the breach…” she got very carried away and yelled out ‘ Come on you lazy bastards, move your arses’! My boyfriend was visibly shocked, but we were all delighted.
I was very lucky to have this love for literature encouraged by my parents.
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