So… We’ve finally made it into double figures on the countdown to the Doctor Who 50th Anniversary special on 23rd November (UK).
A week before the 50th AS (Anniversary Special) my baby turns 1.
I’m not sure how I feel about this. I’m anxious for time to hurry up so I can see what happens for the big 5-0 but I also want it to slow down so I can keep my baby… Well, a baby… For a tiny bit longer.
Mixed feelings. Excitement, anticipation, nerves, welcomed nostalgia… And a little bit of sadness all thrown into one big emotional pot.
Ah, the trials and tribulations of being a Whovian Mother….
So… In England we’re in the middle of a heat wave. When I say “heat wave” I mean… Well, what we’re experiencing is probably normal or ‘quite cool’ for parts of Australia and America but for us, moaning, ‘used-to-rain-and-misery’, English people; it’s too hot to do anything but sit inside in shorts, drink tea, slob around watching Doctor Who and complain about how uncomfortably hot it is… Whilst forgetting that 3 weeks ago when it last rained, we complained about how cold it was.
So… Yeah. That’s what I plan to do today:
Sit inside in shorts (big baggy ones), drink tea, slob around watching Doctor Who and complain about how uncomfortably hot it is… Whilst forgetting that 3 weeks ago when it last rained, I complained about how cold it was.
I think I’ll start with Rose Tyler’s last episode with Ten. That way, whilst I’m sobbing my eyes out as they lean, faces pressed against opposing sides of the same white wall in parallel universes, longing for each other and knowing they will never again experience each other’s lustful gaze (until that moment at the end at Bad Wolf Bay); I’ll have something else to complain about…
How much I miss Ten and Rose!
Now I have to go… I’ve upset myself at the mere thought of it. Don’t judge me. I’m English. I’m not happy unless I’m complaining!