Cassie and Cosmos
So last night me and Cassie went out for drinks. Cassie is my water-cooler buddy at work. She's a minuscule fireball Mancunian with three kids and no significant other. I like her a lot. She has a wonderful habit of winding up the Doctor and making him go all "oncoming storm" at her...mostly because she leaves the milk out of the fridge in the office kitchen, and also because she insists on calling him 'Weirdo'.
Anyway Cassie joined TW about four months ago, she's our resident psychic, which as it happens is bloody useful when you go on the pull.
The Doctor called while I was getting dressed.
"Sooooo, how are you settling in?" He asked, clearly fishing to see if I was bored enough yet to 'come home'. I still don't think he's quite used to me having my own place, he wasn't keen on me moving out... no matter how often I pointed out that he's a 'significant-other' now and can't go have a hareem of women about ("What am I then, your back up plan?" I generally jape, which makes him blush, I bet if he had the chance he'd be swooping around the solar system with about twenty nubile young things. and a dog.)
"Alright." I explain, "Got the telly out the box."
"Everything else still packed up then? Don't worry, I was never good with unpacking 'stuff' either. If it doesn't fit in your pocket then you don't need it."
"Yeah well, I don't do pockets mate. They make me look fat."
"So Rose and I were wondering if you wanted to come over for dinner?"
"You mean you were?"
"Same thing."
"It's alright, I'm going out with Cass."
"You know she smells funny to me." The Doctor disparaged. "Like old cheese."
"Yeah well, everyone must smell funny to you, you've got one of those noses Spaceman."
"You know what I mean."
"Just because she told you Rose was going to..."
"She's psychic Donna not a Soothsayer. Oh did I ever tell you about the Soothsayers. There was this one time...."
"Don't change the subject. Have you talked to her about it?"
"Now who's changing the subject? I'm just saying, you should be with your real friends."
"Real friends! That's rich. Look I've spent about two years living in your oh-so-fantastic and spacious POCKETS, just another bit of 'stuff' for you to carry around because I fit so nicely in your comfortable world. Newsflash : I'm not your pet!"
I hung up, threw my lippy in my handbag (Yes Doctor bags, that's what normal people put stuff in) and went out. And for the record (and I know you're reading this Mr Grumpy) I had a bloody great night out with my FRIEND Cassie. We had Cosmopolitans and laughed for a long time about what a numpty you can be. And how we know it's you that keeps breaking the staplers. And how Marmite and Jam sandwiches are NOT normal, despite what you think.
Anyway Cassie joined TW about four months ago, she's our resident psychic, which as it happens is bloody useful when you go on the pull.
The Doctor called while I was getting dressed.
"Sooooo, how are you settling in?" He asked, clearly fishing to see if I was bored enough yet to 'come home'. I still don't think he's quite used to me having my own place, he wasn't keen on me moving out... no matter how often I pointed out that he's a 'significant-other' now and can't go have a hareem of women about ("What am I then, your back up plan?" I generally jape, which makes him blush, I bet if he had the chance he'd be swooping around the solar system with about twenty nubile young things. and a dog.)
"Alright." I explain, "Got the telly out the box."
"Everything else still packed up then? Don't worry, I was never good with unpacking 'stuff' either. If it doesn't fit in your pocket then you don't need it."
"Yeah well, I don't do pockets mate. They make me look fat."
"So Rose and I were wondering if you wanted to come over for dinner?"
"You mean you were?"
"Same thing."
"It's alright, I'm going out with Cass."
"You know she smells funny to me." The Doctor disparaged. "Like old cheese."
"Yeah well, everyone must smell funny to you, you've got one of those noses Spaceman."
"You know what I mean."
"Just because she told you Rose was going to..."
"She's psychic Donna not a Soothsayer. Oh did I ever tell you about the Soothsayers. There was this one time...."
"Don't change the subject. Have you talked to her about it?"
"Now who's changing the subject? I'm just saying, you should be with your real friends."
"Real friends! That's rich. Look I've spent about two years living in your oh-so-fantastic and spacious POCKETS, just another bit of 'stuff' for you to carry around because I fit so nicely in your comfortable world. Newsflash : I'm not your pet!"
I hung up, threw my lippy in my handbag (Yes Doctor bags, that's what normal people put stuff in) and went out. And for the record (and I know you're reading this Mr Grumpy) I had a bloody great night out with my FRIEND Cassie. We had Cosmopolitans and laughed for a long time about what a numpty you can be. And how we know it's you that keeps breaking the staplers. And how Marmite and Jam sandwiches are NOT normal, despite what you think.