I don't know how 2010 has been panning out for you thus far but, in our house, it can only be described as a year of underachievement.
Whilst Vanessa and Jamie did go on a 15 minute walk yesterday afternoon, Wee John and I decided against it and haven't now crossed the threshold to the outside world since late 2009.
What we did "achieve" was to polish off a pack and a half of Guinness (Vanessa played her part too) before moving on to wine once our Chinese arrived.
And, of course, all four of us watched the demise of the tenth Doctor Who.
Jamie is still a touch on the young side to really get into the adventures of the last remaining Timelord, but I thought it would be good to be able to tell him he was allowed to stay up late to see David Tennant disappear into a puff of yellow smoke.
The fact that his mummy is deeply in love with the now former Doctor and, given the chance, would probably leave his daddy to be with said Mr Tennant is neither here nor there, and his painful end therefore gave his daddy no pleasure whatsoever. None at all. Not a bit.
Unlike the very welcome sight of Billie Piper which gave his daddy a huge lift.
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