This morning I was, as is customary for humans (and half-human-half-Time-Lords), quite innocently having breakfast. Rose, as is customary for, well, Rose, was still in bed, snoring away without a care in the world ( Read more... )

Sorry, Rose. I woke up early. You managed to sleep through the ghost noises and I didn't want to disturb you because you need your sleep.

So I went for a wander. And... got a bit distracted.

I've been making notes! Like a... an organised person!

( Not all of this is in English. But look! )

1) I slept surrounded by cats. At one point in the night I had to move one of them, because it had the cheek to get in between me and Rose. I only have so much patience, after all ( Read more... )

I think I might go for a walk.

Should I get Rose? She looked tired earlier. And I don't want her to worry. Maybe I should write a note. If she's asleep, I'll probably be back before she wakes up.

Maybe she's awake. I should probably check, shouldn't I?

I just want to... stretch my legs a bit. I think.

This town is very small for everyone apart from Judy Winn to have seen and heard nothing ( Read more... )

I just wanted to post and say that I am, despite spending the entire day wearing jeans, of all things, ridiculously happy! :D ( Read more... )

Isn't life brilliant? :D

*Cuddles up to Rose* She's asleep still, and part of me wants to wake her up and tell her how happy I am, but I think I might just go back to sleep myself. Sleepy hugs are rather fun, after all. :) :) :)

EDIT: Ooh! Maybe I should go and make breakfast for both of us! The sheets need a change, anyway, so a few crumbs won't

And my head is killing meIt was the mixture of the nail polish and the other chemicals I used (which I think I may have tried to explain to people last night, but I don't entirely know how successful I was). It reacted with the chemicals in my brain (but not in Rose's nearly so much, since she's 100% human) but because I've lost some of my Time ( Read more... )

It has been a long couple of days. We're now driving back to London from Berwick-upon-Tweed. Well, one of Rose's Torchwood friends is driving (I think he's called Greg). Rose is asleep with her head on my lap. She looks rather lovely - all calm and peaceful and with just a bit of mud on her cheek. I'm trying to type without waking her, which is ( Read more... )