There is more in Heaven and Earth, Horatio...

... Than is dreamt of in your philosophy.

Am on a major Shakespeare kick at the minute. Not sure why. Not complaining though. Shakespeare is brilliant.

It was quite nice actually as it led to a sweet little moment. My big brother (English Literature graduate and professional writer) were walking back from town as he has just got a new job and I bought him a coffee and a cake as a little celebration, and we were having a good old discussion of Shakespeare. Our favourite plays, (Tempest, Othello, Measure for Measure, Hamlet etc) our favourite speeches ('What piece of work is a man?' 'Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow so creeps this petty pace from day to day', 'Friends, Romans, Countrymen, lend me your ears', 'Alas, poor Yorrick', 'Hath not a Jew eyes?', 'Be not afeared' - and my favourite - 'Now all my charms are o'erthrown and what strength I have's mine own.') and just generally being literary fanboys/girls.

Then I become aware of this quiet whirring noise behind us that has been there for a few minutes but we haven't noticed it as we have been speaking animatedly.

It's a little old lady on a mobility scooter and we're obviously in her way so I pull my brother to the side and we give her room to go around. She gives us such a lovely glowing smile and says thanks and buzzes past.

It took me a minute to figure it out as it was obviously a thanks for more than moving out of the way but then it hit me. She had been listening to us having our Shakespeare!gasm and she must have liked what she was hearing. I don't think she was expecting two slightly scruffy looking teenagers to be arguing the finer points of Elizabethan literature.

I think we made her day . . .