If you’re in the UK, there’s a lot to celebrate this week. Elizabeth II, the reigning monarch, turned 88 a couple of days ago. She doesn’t look a day over 80. Today, William Shakespeare turns 450. I’m sure that he doesn’t look a day over 445.
The Queen usually has a big national celebration in June. Because she’s the Queen; that’s why. I’m sure that HRH the Duke of Edinburgh (a/k/a Prince Phillip) came up with a suitable token of esteem, hard as it might be to surprise someone who owns her own country. I’m sure, too, that something lovely for tea was served.
In Shakespeare’s time, however, not so much. Unless someone was of noble rank, birthdays were not regularly acknowledged. Feast days and festivals abounded, but individual birthdays, not so much. Even though ren faires are based on festival days, I doubt that fried mac and cheese would…
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