One of my greatest pleasures in life is to see Shakespeare at The Globe Theatre where I imagine myself back in those daring theatrical days of Elizabethan England. I sit there totally enthralled by the whole experience.

My son David used to be my Shakespeare buddy – he enjoyed the unique setting too – but his life has many other distractions now, so I shall be joined this year by my dear author friend Jean Adamson to see Macbeth. I quite fancy seeing Bedlam too, a first for the RSC, and Anne Boleyn.

Tickets have only just gone on sale, and already many of the best seats have been snapped up. I do prefer a seat too (even if it is a hard bench) and wouldn’t want to  stand down in the pit for an entire performance, especially in the midday sun; it’s a bargain for those who can as the price is only £5. I had to rub my eyes hard once when I spotted a long lost journalist friend standing in the pit from my balcony seat, and we met up afterwards for a long chat.

When I booked my tickets online this morning, I was amused by the title bar which included Baroness, Air Commodore, Count, Judge, Bishop and Viscountess. I did eventually find plain Mrs for me…