There were a lot of perks, my birthday, Christmas, good food, movies and all the delights that come with the season. Now I am an adult. Paying my own heating bills.
As we wave good bye to 2017 and wander into 2018; history is not made up by people, but their acts. What they have done, said, and created. Or destroyed.
So Bill and I go back a while. My mother’s a big fan, there’s even a portrait of him hanging in the family dining room (looking snazzy on an oxblood coloured wall). English literature was one of my favourite classes, being able to go over his work and study it properly. It’s when I first realised that Shakespeare is better performed live.
It’s curious how that message, of loving who you are, is still something people struggle with today. Whether it is your race, size, orientation, or religion we still compare ourselves, and others, to these dizzy goddess like social standards.