I'm so tired. Haven't slept a wink all night, thinking about everything. Not just today, not just yesterday (or yesterday and the day before, now), but all of this ( Read more... )

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 ( Read more... )

That was not how I expected the evening to go.

Not the alien invasion, I practically expect those. But...the Doctor has...a granddaughter. And she's ALIVE. And in this universe, somehow. Which of course means she was under our noses all this time and we didn't notice ( Read more... )

Red carpet? Check.

Waitstaff ready? Check.

Musicians tuned and ready to play? Check.

*looks at notes*

Everything else looks good. Right, then. Let's make some money for charity, shall we?

Donna, do you mind staying a little later tonight to work on the Charity Gala? We can order in, if you like. What do you fancy?

That, last night, was the worst movie I have ever seen. The absolute worst. How did we even get invited to see such rot? The texts from Donna are the only thing that got me through. Well, that and the wine.

*winces*

When did the keys on this thing get so loud? And why is the sun so bleeding bright? I need a coffee. Or twelve ( Read more... )

Oh. My. God.

I am in hell. Hell, I tell you.

Doctor. Please tell me there's some horrible alien invasion and we're all needed to fight them off. I BEG YOU.

I need more wine.

I got a call from Rose late last night. They're safe, but their search of the warehouse didn't turn up as much as they'd hoped, though she did say something about him licking something or other and being disturbed by it. Well, we're all a bit disturbed when he goes around licking things, but I gather that's not what she meant ( Read more... )

It's so quiet around here, now that Rose and the Doctor have gone home. I'm not sorry, exactly--it'll be nice not to have to worry that he's using my foot spa to open a portal to a universe of custard, or something mad like that--but it's definitely more interesting when they're around ( Read more... )

I've been in meetings all bloody day, planning the Vitex Summer Charity Gala. It's going to be brilliant, but who knew it was so much work to shove a bunch of rich folk in a room and ask 'em for money? Just a bit longer, and then I can go home and put my feet up; these heels are killing me.