Ah... yep. So anyway, moving right along...

Apr 11, 2013 13:11

Sorry I've been out of touch. Seems I went a bit retro. Got stuck in about 1979 or there abouts. Can't imagine why, was hardly any fun the first time round. Lots of brown and orange and mission white, round cubes, lava lamps, pointy collars, and big sunglasses, woodgrain laminate furniture, and that glass that looks like it's made out of the bottoms of beer bottles...

Let's have a look, shall we? I mean, my '79-ish won't be the same as anyone else's, because I'm nine-hundred-and-something and age somewhat... uniquiely, so I'm the only one allowed to fell so utterly utterly old and completely fossilised, and you're not. So there. Or, you've never even HEARD of 1978-ish. And probably certainly never Tasmania's 1979-ish, which... is probably more like everywhere else's 1879... -ish.






Hmmm. Sorry. Timetravel really can make you feel a bit squiffy. Should've warned you... Not for the feint of heart or easily startled. Still, untill someone else volunteers for the job, it's going to have to be me anyway....

However...

Sorry, but in the house in the bush where no one could hear me scream there really only was the gap in the bricks in the foundations under the house, and The Fourth Doctor.

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Only he could make me smile. Still does. And what a smile he has. He's priceless. Utterly priceless.
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