Day 5: September 27, 2007

After our long day the day before, Mike and I sleep and sleep. We get up about 11 and it's pouring rain. Today is the day we've planned to spend standing in the pit at the Globe watching Love's Labour's Lost . It is miserable.

 

We head out and I go write several entries in my blog before getting a sandwich, catching the tube at the Glouchester station and heading to the Globe. It's pouring the whole time. Mike and I head across the Millenium bridge and to the theatre. We wait inside and I buy a button for me and a pin for my dad until the show started.

 

We go in and it's amazing, even in the rain. Mike, the monkey, runs around taking pictures, while I stand against a bit of the stage they have jutting out. The play starts and is fantastic: I'm enthralled the whole time. The jokes are well timed, the costumes are stunning and, even though it's pouring on them, the actors are doing a marvellous job. A plane flies overhead and it's perfect.

 

One of the actors had broken his foot and had some crutches. They played that up quite a bit, with the actors laughing as much as the audience at his capering. The bits of stage where I was leaning was deep with water and the women's dresses would drag through it and pick it up, and splash some into my face. During the play some pidgeons would fly down and caper about the stage. The whole thing was great and clearly staged for the enjoyment of the soaking, snivelling audience.

 

After the play, one snivelling, shivering Michael wanted to do something. I wanted to go home and get warm, and so I did. I sat in my bed and Mike, after changing his clothes, headed off to the British museum and saw the Rosetta stone. He came back, we called our parents and then had dinner at a wonderful Indian place. Mike discovered cardamom and I had green curried egg noodles that were lovely.

 

We were much happier after our time apart that afternoon. (Read: Amanda got out of the funk she was in and even went so far as to tell Mike the joke she made about snapping his arm off and beating him with it.)