obsessed very passionate about Dr Who. I am not. I've tried to embrace the show but I just can't get past the first few seconds with all the silly creatures and cheap props.
I sit there thinking of these grown Men and Women turning up to work and being told to look scared when a cardboard robot appears and then hop into a blue telephone booth and head off into another time. I just don't get it. I always thought I just wasn't into Science Fiction as Star Trek and all those shows of similar ilk leave me with the same incredulous feeling. I like 'real' life. However I'm counting down the sleeps until the next season of "Game of Thrones" begins so there goes my anti-Science Fiction theory. Daniel has read all the books and said I might like the series. "No way!", I said. "You Know I hate science fiction". Well I peered up from my knitting when he started the first episode and according to my Instagram feed, I started watching the series 35 weeks ago and loved it so much I watched all 3 series in about 2 weeks flat, with multiple episodes being watched each night. Admittedly I spent most of my head looking at the knitting needles so there was a quick distraction from all the blood and guts but the writing is incredible and the acting superb. Anyone else hooked?
Anyway, back to Dr. Who. Daniel has now started recruiting the Kids into his Dr Who fan club and he and Eleanor have watched all 7 seasons together and are eagerly awaiting season 8. I have a feeling Dr Who is going to become part of life here and so because I am a good wife, I made him a Dalek for his birthday, using this pattern. He loves it and it now sits next to his laptop on his desk at work.
Like many folk, he has always lamented the fact his Birthday falls so close to Christmas. His parents are Teachers and his special day was always overshadowed by Speech night and end of year wrap-ups with often one present sufficing for both Birthday and Christmas. This year was no exception. After much hinting, we bought him a Fishing Kayak which will be a combined Birthday/Christmas gift which he had to pick up himself after installing some roof racks. Somehow between Little Athletics, a day at the beach and my excitement over finishing the Dalek on time, I forgot about a birthday cake. But never fear, there was another little celebration at his office the next day with a cake he had to buy himself. Happy Birthday Darling. There's always next year :-)