We don't have the THYME!

My town are having a bit of a festival weekend. It's our night to have Jack, so we took him to see what the Enchanted [Blank] Gardens in our local public gardens was. As it turns out, an ice-cream van, some plastic birds, and a pop opera version of King Arthur. It was a bit like Wagner, but not. Think Malory meets The Tribe. Mordred and Morgan wore dark purple satin corsets/shirts, so you knew they were EBIL!!!1, and there was the use of thyme to illustrate line about time. That was special. Mostly we didn't get to watch any because Jack was busy running around in circles, and through broken glass. Then we just left. Somewhat disenchanted. So we played at a petrol station till dad came to pick us up. It's the Medieval Day tomorrow. So at least I'll get to practise my Old English skills.

On Emmerdale, hardly anyone died, except people I don't care about. Shame. Mostly Carl ran around looking fetching in a rumpled, filthy white shirt, covered in grime, calling for his brother, breaking down into racking sobs, and trying to ignore the fact that all the emergency rescue people were blatantly flirting with him. Curiously, he and Chas (his fiancee) were far apart - him looking for Jimmy, her looking for her dad. And the ambulance woman referred to her as his girlfriend. Probably this doesn't mean they're really gonna go for the gay incest plotline. But a girl can theorise. Anyway. Carl and Matthew and their dad had a little King huddle at the end. I am agog at what will happen in the coming weeks.

I have pringles. Ha ha!

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Oh, and HAPPY BIRTHDAY JEKESTA (I don't know how to make it bounce. OR ANYTHING!)

::dances you LOADS::

A Survey

You are the Doctor/a timelord. You have a TARDIS and everything. Who do you take with you as Companion?