For my wife, Sue

 

If Shakespeare had been Australian

he would have lived in a house like this,

in a Hamlet.

 

Like us,

he and Anne Hathaway would have loved As You Like It,

making Much Ado About Nothing

and laughing through Midsummer Nights, as in a Dream.

Like us,

they would have survived The Tempest

and the fury of Lear-like summer winds.

 

Despite all that, when he was gone,

he left her his second best bed.

 

I am no Shakespeare

and, when I am gone,

you will have the best of me,

including my garden beds,

as well as my Comedy of Errors.

Our Love’s Labours will not be Lost

What is ours

will always be yours.

For Sue