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 Goodness me, but it’s all happening today! Firstly, ‘Happy 57th Birthday’ to my little brother who is now only a year younger than me. For three weeks of the year he maintains he is two years younger than me, but in reality it is exactly one year and three weeks and no manner of dodgy accounting on his part will change that. 

Secondly, ‘Happy Thanksgiving’ to my blog chums in the USA! How you can suffer eating turkey twice in  barely a month amazes me (the vegetarian) BUT kudos to you and I hope you have a jolly good time with your loved ones. Happy holiday vibes across the ocean from me to you. 

Thirdly, and probably most importantly chez Damson Cottage, today is Doctor Who’s birthday. Not only that, it is his 60th birthday! 


In honour of this fictional character, I was up and making a birthday cake early this morning. I know, I need my tiny fried brain testing, but Doctor Who is a BIG thing for Lord Malarkey. It brings him much joy and distraction from the real world, and today it has also brought him a home made chocolate cake with six candles, one for each decade. I did toy with going for 60 candles but memories of my Mum and my aunts attempting to light 70 candles on their father’s 70th birthday cake soon stopped me. My goodness, the heat that came off that cake. Massive fire risk, too. 

Lord Malarkey, as the regular dear Reader(s) will be aware, is a Doctor Who novelist and minor celebrity in the Doctor Who fan world. A week or so ago, he was interviewed for a podcast! He is very self-deprecating of his minor celeb status but, judging by the success of his guest appearance at the conference back in the Summer, I think Whovians genuinely like him and enjoy listening to his wealth of knowledge and opinions. And there is a HUGE wealth, that’s for sure. 

I, of course, remain the long-suffering, eye-rolling wife…

Saturday evening sees the return of Doctor Who on TV, but I shan’t be making another cake. I might be tempted to watch, though, as it will be a David Tennant incarnation of the Doctor, plus Catherine Tate as his companion , Donna Noble, and they are an entertaining double act. I shan’t understand the plot - I never do - but mine is not to reason why; mine is to sit quietly and not disturb the atmos. I am reading the Hugh Bonneville biography at the moment, so might have that to hand in case I feel an explosive ‘What the chuffing heck is going on?’ building up. 

Puppy dog Nell is much improved. I shan’t be able to say ‘puppy dog’ much longer as her first birthday is looming and she will officially be an adult. We’ve started the transition from puppy food to grown up food - and all is well. I’ve said I expect she’ll be calming down hugely once she is a grown up, won’t you Nell?



Comments

Heather Gott said…
Today also marks 4 years since we adopted Harris! What a wonderful day for celebrating! X
23 November 2023 at 19:04
Denise said…
4 years?? Noooooo….. xx
24 November 2023 at 07:15
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