So Saturday was interesting – my cookies were a hit with the parents and brother.  Suggestion was made that I make them for the Scout Bonfire Night… Wishes and commands and all that…

Every time I go there Mum insists I’ve lost more weight. Now I know I have lost some because my favourite trousers have to be worn with a belt now which kinda defeats the point of them so they’re being consigned to the ‘charity bag’ which is actually two bin bags now. My wardrobe, whilst not empty, is just uninteresting…. nay, boring. And, of course the nada cash situation right now means I am just going to have to live with it like that for a while.

Another thing Mum always comments in is the fact that I always take my MacBook with me when I go over there. I don’t think she realises how much I need to have it with me – how much a part of me it’s become. I mean, unlike any other computer I’ve had before there is more of me on this than anything else. I actually use the calendar and address book on her. I’ve become creative in other mediums and my writing is starting (thank God) to become a daily thing again.

But I didn’t take it with me on Saturday… For two reasons: 1. Mum has had a really bad foot for a while (after she was stupid and didn’t rest it after pulling a muscle) and I wanted to give her a hand. My brother and Dad have been great but I know she doesn’t like to keep imposing on them… and I wanted to feel useful for a bit so I succumbed to the vacuuming request (even though it is my most hated chore) and ran around after her for a bit; 2. They have a P.C. A Dell P.C. and, my God, is it ever the slowest thing ever. I am convinced there is something wrong with it. That’s how slow it is… And I don’t want to give it anymore problems by showing it up over and over … and over…

But, yeah, Saturday was good.

But the best bit was the Season (yes I know I’m English and should call it series but I just can’t do it… K?) 3 (When I say 3 I obviously mean 26) Finale of Doctor Who. Good Christ it was fantastic. Spoilers below. So to those who don’t want to know see you tomorrow, love and all that.

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To the rest of you who were revelling with me on Saturday. I mean, come on, seriously, she’s going? Why the bloody hell aren’t they keeping Martha? She was much better than Rose and she got the Doctor smiling again (and we know how much we love i when he smiles!). The episode proved how great she was – the scene when she’s kneeling in front of The Master laughing at him – genius!

Okay, how much did Lil’ Doctor reming you of Dobby the House Elf? I just couldn’t get it out of my head whenever he popped up. It was so good to see him completely helpless trapped in that ridiculous birdcage. It made the end so worth it. Now, I know there are some out there who have complained that the end was so much sugary nonsense, akin to Peter Pan and the clapping for fairies… but that’s the wonderful thing about it! It was sentimental but what’s wrong with that?!

Tears in my eyes and lump in my throat, I couldn’t believe it when The Master refused to regenerate. I man, I kinda knew he wouldn’t because then the whole next seaon would have been a cross between ‘the horrible flatmate’ and ‘redemption city’. Not good. No, so instead of two mopey Time Lords we’ve got just one and a Christmas special on the Titanic which he has already been on when it sunk (yeah, I’ve just watched Season 1 again and it’s mentioned as a throw-away… Wonder if he’ll meet himself – maybe this is the point where Russell T Davies is going to do his ‘Two Doctors’ – oh please let it be Peter Davison!!!!)… Although, some bad news… Kylie’s in it.

So, a 6 month wait for a new episode, 9 for a new season… Let the world become right and Freema rejoins the cast permanently…

Oh, one last thing – Jack, chained up and filthy? Mmm, Mmm, Mmmmm

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