Rose and the Doctor are home. Not that I'm sorry they're home, because of course I'm not. Quite the contrary, I'm thrilled that they came back safe and sound and not covered in alien goo, running for their lives. For once.
But
super_ginger and I have been working furiously on decorating the new office. We even had some help from
unearthlyish. She wasn't too keen on it at first, but the poor thing needed a break from working on her TARDIS, so Donna and I insisted she come for lunch and a little shopping with us. I think she might have enjoyed herself when all was said and done. It's hard to tell with her, sometimes. But I do like her; she's much more sensible than her Grandfather.
...still have a hard time wrapping my head around that one.
Anyway, I'd hoped to have had the whole thing done by the time they came home, but after the disaster that was the Charity Gala, I've had to scramble to get individual donations from the guests--and when they've almost been poisoned and/or blown up, that's no easy feat. So we weren't able to get much of anything done on the decorating front.
Oh well. I'm sure they'll run off after another alien menace soon. I'll try and get it done then.