A/N: I STILL don't own Doctor Who on anything associated with it – depression slightly setting in.
03/11
Note to self – must buy a diary and write everything in one place.
I've already lost yesterday's entry – I hope the Doctor doesn't find it. Not that it said anything important but it's the principle of the thing! I better have a more thorough search methinks.
Well, I'm mostly writing this because I'm not sleepy, rather than because something has happened. It's 10ish about when I normally go to sleep.
N.B. – this is the first time he has refrained from making a comment about beauty sleep and some needing it more than others. Basically someme and otherhim. Actually it's not so much that I need beauty sleep, more that I need good mood sleep. I can be incredibly grumpy.
Anyway, I'm not feeling sleepy for a strange reason – not entirely sure what. It has been another quiet day – still drifting. I wasn't allowed near any of the tools today – seems that the Doctor has learnt his lesson.
I made us both breakfast when I woke up at about eleven. I had a cup of black coffee and a bagel with peanut butter and he had two cups of tea and ten slices of toast and marmalade, ten! I still can't believe he eats that much so early in the morning! He had already been tinkering away for a while; I swear I heard him in my dreams.
I also made lunch (tuna and lettuce sandwiches for me and cheese and pickle for him) and supper (pasta bake! Mmmm) and I didn't break anything! This prompted the Doctor to make a toast about the suspension of my accident prone-ness and I was very willing to accept it. Actually, I think I might have broken the toaster on the tenth slice this morning but he doesn't know about it so it doesn't count!
Ah – he's just found out about the toaster. How was I supposed to know he would want more toast and marmalade at this time of night! He's had a bit of a rant, taken back his toast (I'm not sure he's allowed to do that) and gone away. I feel a bit munchable for a bagel – best go and investigate.
Later
Something that can travel through time and space should have a grill – it really should. I mean you never know when the toaster might be accidentally broken and you want to toast a bagel before you can fix it.
Not that I've been allowed to fix it. I had a quick go but when I yelled a little bit (always remember to turn off at the plug, kids) the Doctor came running and told me to stop, sit down and not touch anything. I have a feeling I made it worse when I tried to fix it – not going to mention it though. He's still trying to fix it – determined to get the damn toast. I'm trying rather hard not to feel sorry for him and go and keep him company – he doesn't need sleep like I do!
A/N: There, I told you this chapter would be longer! Please R&R, tell me what you think, I need to know that I'm not just indulging myself! xxxx