A/N: much thanks for all reviews, there greatly appreciated.
Still don't own Doctor Who, sorry.
10/11
It's gotta be the longest stretch we've been without having to run for our lives. Not that I'm complaining – it's been quite nice. I've managed to do things I haven't had the time or energy to do before, like paint my toenails and begin reading "The Portrait of a Lady" by Henry James – the first was much easier than the second.
I've even had my hair cut – nothing drastic, it's still long and brown, but it actually has a bit of a style to it now which is nice. I was a bit worried when we landed on a random planet and the Doctor said it was famous for it's hairdressers and I should go and try one out. I was scared they would completely ruin my hair, cut it in the latest alien fashion or whatever. But one mustn't let one's vanity rule one's life so I had a haircut. It was fine though, just like having your hair cut on earth except my hairdresser had blue skin that was covered in what looked like swirling henna tattoos and three arms – must make it easier to deal with all the hair. The Doctor had his hair cut at the same time because I hate being at the hairdressers by myself, I get really bored. His took much longer than mine, he's so fussy. It looks practically the same anyway. He was toying with getting it dyed ginger but I talked him out of it, it wouldn't have looked right somehow.
One of the results of all the tinkering he's been doing is that the TARDIS feels like my house used to in November (readbloody cold). He explained that he thought I would feel more at home if I could feel the seasons change around me.
You have to admit that that is seriously sweet – so sweet, in fact, that I didn't feel I could bring myself to say that I had never liked the cold or winter and was quite happy not feeling the seasons change around me. It's alright for him, bloody alien man, he doesn't feel the cold like humans do – he very kindly explained this, damn him – and I feel the cold more than most humans.
Anyway this is what happens when he is left to tinker away for too long and I think I've learnt my lesson – I will never forgive him if it starts to snow.
In punishment, he has to take me home to pick up some more winter clothes. Actually he loves my mum who fusses over him more than me, so I'm not sure that it's a punishment, damn.
A/N: sorry for the shortness of the chapter, it's a sort of inbetweeny bit. And I'm quite aware that isn't a word. Anyway please R&R and I'll try and update with a longer chapter soon.