Before we get to the Important Bits (Daleks! Spitfires! Tea!), some brief notes from the real world.
First and foremost, Raven's gone.
Boarded a plane on Monday morning and flew across the Pacific Ocean. Gone home.
Yes, I'm cheating. Trying for a false sense of emotional tension only (now) to admit that, while the above is technically true, the reader's most likely inference is incorrect.
Yes, she's gone home, but not to stay.
Still, she's been away six days and won't return for another five weeks. A hell of a way to see in the early days of a Relationship, but being 45 instead of 25 certainly makes it easier. Time moves a lot faster now than it did then, and experience tells me those five weeks will not only be over sooner than I image but optimism insists distance will make the heart grow (even) fonder.
But I'd be a liar if I said I don't miss her. I hope you have a marvellous time, sweetie!
Meanwhile, I am unwashed and unshaven, to the point where I begin to disgust even myself. Tomorrow, I shall lave myself and my clothes, work out and start studying Mandarin before it's too late.
But for now, another Doctor Who entry. I'll spare your friends page and put the whole damned thing ( Collapse )