A flash. A cry. The voice was strange to me, but I knew it was the Tardis. A great white light, more blinding then any sun or star, and then... Darkness ( Read more... )

Sat alone in my private study (yes as part of our new living arrangements I get some private space) I poured tea into twin china mugs and replaced the tea cosy. I knew Donna had arrived moments before (I heard her), and it took approximately 4 minutes to get from the front door, passed Jackie, to my study. I popped on my glasses (for reading), took ( Read more... )

Donna's back in town today. A nice cup of tea and an alien mystery is a-foot. This is my excited face.

SAM JUST SMILED AT ME

This is me right now!


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One very long, and slightly hilarious phone conversation with Donna (where she tried to reverse the call charges!)had me sat opposite Rose and tiny breast feeding Sam in the living room ( Read more... )

Heart thumping, and with a cold sweat, I awoke abruptly at 3am. This was not the usual baby awakening (though of course I did check he was breathing and not suffering from an abnormal temperature). Something is very wrong with the universe.

Sam Tyler is 2 weeks old. Unlike a Gallifreyan child, all Sam can do is cry, eat, sleep and poop. He is barely a life at all, merely a wisp of something that could be. Yet as I observe his tiny little face, and tiny little hands, each home to five tiny little fingers, I cannot help but feel slightly overwhelmed by the size of it all ( Read more... )

Yesterday evening, huddled by the fire place.

Rose: So what are we going to call him?
Me: Him?
Rose: You know (gestures to stomach) him?
Me: Oh, so it's a him then.

There was a moment of pause, and something akin to anger passed across her features. I could almost hear her thoughts. You should know this, but you weren't here.It passed and she ( Read more... )

Donna: Where the hell do you think you're going? (I was packing my bags ( Read more... )

Sorry about the delay, I have been getting reacquainted with Rose ( Read more... )