A/N: Don't own a thingummy

22/11

Oh, what a difference a day makes! It's great! Today there were no fights other than the Doctor refusing to let me get a tattoo; I mean jeez he's not my mother, though apparently it was facing her wrath that made him refuse so emphatically. He loves being loved and wants to keep it that way.

Anyway, it was fairly peaceful and just good fun! I'm off the scary calm medicine which is truly brilliant – I have emotions again, yay! I might be a little bit hyper actually. I have a sneaking suspicion that he made me keep on taking it longer than I had to to try and minimise the tears that have been going on recently – don't really think it worked.

We went shopping. Proper, fun shopping. Though supermarket shopping with the Doctor can be fun – we've been banned from three leading chains on several planets and in various times including my own.

So we went to a planet, quite a little one but it's devoted to shopping so it's absolutely wonderful! Shops everywhere! People travel from all over the universe to get there. Parking was absolute hell though – we landed on someone else's ship at first and had to get out of there really quick. The TARDIS appeared to be rather disgruntled because the Doctor kept apologising and stroking her – it's still wrong.

We kept getting odd looks from the locals while we were shopping. It's because we're both so distractible and distracting that we don't often notice where we're going. I kept finding myself in the men's section of random shops and, announcing loudly "I'm in the men's section again!", I'd spin round and try to get out of there. Though I always found it quite difficult and kept forgetting where I was and stopping to look at the clothes.

And the Doctor. Sigh I swear he went into every single lingerie shop on the bloody planet, and that's saying something. At first I have to admit I was a bit suspicious – I mean, male being, lingerie shop, what do you reckon? But in about the sixth or seventh shop he wandered into he handed me some random frothy, lacy thing and told me he thought I should get it because it was "practical" – a direct quote. I won't describe it but trust me it definitely wasn't practical.

The shocked look at least five assistants gave him gave me the terrible giggles and when I burst out laughing he just gave me an indulgent, patronising sort of look and steered me out of the shop saying "It's alright dear." And yes, I am aware that giggling isn't the normal response to that sort of situation – I should at least have been a little bit embarrassed but I'm weird like that. And it was so funny! Especially because as we were leaving the Doctor apologised to the assistants, about me! He still doesn't get why it was so funny.

When we weren't in the wrong places we did actually get some good shopping done – and yes I did buy some lingerie. It's really hard not to when you keep ending up in the shops and it's one of my favourite things to buy. The Doctor bought some clothes too, not that he'll actually wear them, just to add to his collection.

Though I didn't get embarrassed about the underwear thing he did when he realised I was actually buying some. He tried to look as though he didn't care but he was bouncing up and down on the sole of his feet and looking at the ceiling. Oh yeah, and when I was paying the guy behind the till started flirting with me. I probably would have assumed he was gay working in a women's lingerie shop but thinking about it it's probably a straight man's dream women and underwear. Anyway just as we were leaving the guy looked at the Doctor and said he hoped my boyfriend would appreciate it. That stopped him looking at the ceiling – he glanced between the two of us looking completely stricken, poor man. I just patted him on the arm, told the bloke "I'm sure he will" and lead him out of the shop.

He had to sit down for about twenty minutes afterwards. Again, not the most flattering reaction. What's so wrong about me as a girlfriend? He brightened up a bit after I bought him an ice cream – such a big kid that man. Though it did have sprinkles.

He had more suffering to come though. After he recovered we carried on walking around and ended up in a furniture shop. The assistant though we were newlyweds and offered us "his 'n' hers" towels! Mwah ha ha ha!

We were walking around hand in hand and I had got the Doctor to carry all the bags but apparently it had to more to do with the fact that we were testing the beds by bouncing up and down on them. I do not want to know what goes on in that shop man's head.

We ended up getting the towels though. I took quite a fancy to them – they were oh so fluffy. Anyway the Doctor and the shop man were having an argument about whether or not we were married – I'd cunningly hidden my left hand – when I interrupted with "Well, yes, darling, but can we please get the towels?" It wasn't a sort of I-love-you darling just a normal one – I call everyone darling. Anyway the shop assistant beamed upon the two of us and the Doctor rolled his eyes at me in a sort of exasperated expression while I did my best puppy dog impression – not as good as his but oh well – we got the towels! And they are very fluffy.

I used the "his" ones by mistake and now he thinks I think he isn't manly. I'll go and ask him to open a jar or trap a spider or something I think.

A/N: I hope you liked it!! This is one of my favourite chapters, not much plot but who needs plot anyway!

My mum bought a red nose for comic relief today and it had a chocolate with DAVOD TENNANT on it in!!!! I MUST HAVE ONE! It is pretty much my only mission in life.

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