During Shakespeare Week I thought I’d share with you why the Scottish play is my favourite of Shakespeare’s timeless works. Thirty odd years ago I was staying at my Nan and Grandad’s house and couldn’t get to sleep. My Grandad sat down and wrote this beautiful passage from Macbeth. 'Sleep that knits up the ravell’d sleave of care, The death of each day’s life, sore labour’s bath, Balm of hurt minds, great nature’s second course, Chief nourisher in life’s feast.' No internet…no googling.. he didn’t have a copy of the play but knew the words off by heart. I never asked him how or why. He was a carpenter and wrote the words on the back of some drawings of a cupboard he was making. I don’t know if he’d ever seen the play but I know he loved these words and they have hung on my wall ever since along with a photo of my Grandad and I. George and Georgina side by side.