Sigh.

Was doing a rather lovely job of cleaning up downstairs when I was held up by my dad and an accidental faceful of sawdust. Right in the eyes (and I have GLASSES on.) What an aim. I'm still getting the wood bits out.

So I stopped cleaning and went back to watching the too-short video of Eleven I found this morning. Three times.

I tried to deny it. I tried to ignore it. I even tried to say 10 was always going to be my Doctor. And in a way, I still miss him pretty badly.

But at the moment, Eleven is really winning me over. Last night sealed the deal, mostly when he stood on a rock and basically told the bad guys to let someone else do the conquering first. And reminded them of how many times he had kicked their asses.

That's my Time Lord-remind them of why they're terrified of you in the first place.

Wish I could have inserted a line in there about him threatening to blow up the Daleks with a jammie dodger biscuit the last time they came around...didn't particularly like the episode but THAT moment was just completely a Doctor Who thing.

Sigh.

Here I go again.

Ta,
Bec