A deep, dark secret that I’ve never revealed, until this very moment.
I love Doctor Who!
It’s Stanley’s fault really, I realised very quickly that if I wanted to understand anything he said to me on a Monday morning I’d have to watch it. So I was hooked immediately, of course by the writing. (Mmmmm, David Tennant. I miss him.) I really do like it a lot, perhaps because it is exciting and fun and has NOTHING to do with spies. (Also the Doctor is rather appealing. Mmmm)
So why am I telling you this now?
Because I missed it tonight or I should say I wasn’t allowed to watch it because my sister’s “heart has been broken into a million pieces” and she doesn’t “feel like watching some piece of crap!” (Say’s the woman who’s addicted to X-Factor.)
Add to all this, a painful shoulder (guess who has to sleep on the couch) and the fact that I was supposed to be out with Oliver right now; I am a very cranky bunny today. (Oliver’s words not mine.)
I can’t even go to bed (couch) till my sister does and she’s training for the tequila Olympics at the moment. I have to admit it is a little funny watching her stagger about.
I should probably go stop her.
In a minute.
