A Melbourne Shakespeare tale

Well I have finally finished my degree! Well to be technical I haven't passed yet so I can't be certain that it is all over, but fingers crossed right? My last exam was on Monday and it was the hardest of the three, passable though I think. I've been a busy little girl for the rest of the week trying to catch up with my socialising and shopping before I head back to ye olde hometown next week for a few days with the parents.

I thought I'd share with you this polaroid I took last week sometime. I've been wanting to take a polaroid of this house ever since I got my camera, and every day I walk past it on my way to and from uni and I make up little stories about it in my head. You see directly opposite this big old mansion sits another big old mansion. In my head they were built by warring neighbours back in the olde days (I'm not good with era's) who were trying to outdo each other, a bit Romeo and Juliet style.

And in true Shakespearean tradition there were star crossed lovers who would each sit in their bell towers, with their candle flickering, staring out across the gardens and the street to the person in the other tower. Who knows maybe they even did some kind of wacky light signals with their candles? I'm sure it's possible. Maybe they ran away and eloped, or maybe the girl was married off to some rich kid in Canterbury.

So there you go, a little peek into the silliness that is in my head as I walk by these houses everyday with my head skyward, wondering what the insides of these very pretty old houses look like.

I'll be back to regular programming now so I will be back sharing all my wonderful discoveries and insightful philosphising that has been going on over the last few weeks, aren't you just so excited?