The Chicken of Truth

Not just any graffiti chicken. The chicken of truth. We saw this chicken of truth on our way from a Comedy of Errors, a Shakespeare play which I thought was absolutely hilarious and very well done. Poor Henry is very sick and stayed home, with Hugh babysitting this time thank goodness. 
Mum, Adelaide and I went to Hamilton tonight. It's still my favourite musical of all time, although the concensus was that the Sydney rendition was better. Mum even said that she especially preferred the king in Australia, because of course Australian people are better at acting English than actual English people.