Ooer.... jaws dropped last night as we watched the unveiling of the new Doctor. What a shocker! "That's not the Doctor!" our four-year-old wailed as his strange rubbery face appeared on the screen, and I can see her point. Still... give him a chance, I suppose. I reckon he'll be great at doing quirky, running around after aliens and the humour side, but... gravitas? Poignancy? I'm not so sure. Mind you, at least it isn't James bloody Nesbitt - that wouldn't have worked at all.
I've got a bad case of Sundayitis today - the decos are coming down later, the Playmobil advent calendar has been put away, the kids are back to school tomorrow and the magic of Christmas will soon be over for another 11 months. *sniffle* The world is always a better place when there's tinsel around, if you ask me.
Reading-wise: Wicked has hit rather a dip -Janna, the heroine, hasn't been in the story for the last 50 pages or so and I wish she'd hurry up and come back! What's going on with her and Hengist, I need to know!!!
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