another quiet week in worthing. to my amazement the strawberries seem to be thriving. i sing to them a lot. at first i worried that they couldn’t understand me. oh how they drooped out of their sad little apertures! but when i stopped the leonard cohen cheerful tunes they perked up remarkably. they seem to like jaunty little irish ditties best. i notice my neighbour has put his house up for sale. not sure i need to wear the balaclava.
went to the theatre this afternoon. excellent show - a “who done it” in the vatican. actually i'm not sure if anything was done at all; we needed cardinal colombo but alas he never appeared. however i was somewhat unnerved at having a real doctor who (the fourth one) sitting directly behind. you know the one. big chap, bushy black hair, long scarf. wanted to ask if they grew strawberries on gallifrey but discretion got the better of me. i had learned from the time i met chris eubank and told him he had given me a lot of pleasure over the years. still haven’t recovered!
i was disappointed the doctor didn’t have sarah with him. my first wife was disappointed it wasn’t the tenth doctor in the first place. too surreal. went home much amused thinking the first step is the tardis.
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