She pulls out her laptop to update her journal for the first time since leaving Lima the previous day. It is difficult to get a good signal from the satellite with which it is uplinked except at certain times of the day, so she has to take advantage of these times. She looks up from the keyboard, smiling at Doc, who sits opposite her across the ( Read more... )

I can hardly believe we're here, or that we took off from London like that - at the drop of a hat, in the middle of shooting Barry! Not that our presence is all that important at the moment - Marleen spends more time ranting and raving than shooting, and I think not seeing us about for a bit might improve her disposition - at least I hope so ( Read more... )

Well, tonight was the London premiere of Prisoner of Azkaban.... Doc and I were both invited by Gary Oldman himself, which rather surprised me as I never thought he cared for either one of us, but perhaps Sean put in a good word for us? *grins* Either way, I was able to attend, but Doc was too busy with other things, and of course I missed him ( Read more... )

Last night was truly interesting, but then any time that I am with Doc, life is interesting...... and as I am always with Doc, then I must lead a very interesting life.... chuckles to herself as she sits at her laptop, Doc seated on the floor beside her, meditating, an intent expression on his handsome face Emma and Sean were terribly worried ( Read more... )

( a trip in time )

It was the most fabulous feeling to wake up this morning and find myself in the midst of the enormous stones of Stonehenge - literally! Doc and I came up here yesterday. He drove his VW camper, which Mr. Bean so kindly fixed up for him. Doc knows the farmer and his wife who own the farm where the stones are located - she was very nice to us both ( Read more... )

If anyone should be looking for me, it seems that I will be staying in Sasha's hotel room for a few days - at her invitation - while she is at Doc's flat? Or she is staying with a friend, I'm not clear on that point. I'm not quite sure how this all came about, but there you are ( Read more... )

She has spent a quiet Sunday at home - cataloguing her books and cds and delving into her collection of Egyptiana, while listening to her favourite Jean-Luc Ponty cds on the stereo. Her mind is filled with thoughts of Doc..... and the time they spent together the previous evening. Magical moments which culminated in what has become typical Doc ( Read more... )

sits in front of her computer in her bedroom, contemplating just what she wishes to say, and how she wishes to say it. She presses her fingertips against her face, her lips pursed in concentration, thinking over the events of her work day, and a sudden inspiration strikes her. Eagerly she begins to type with enthusiasm My friends and relatives ( Read more... )

stands by the sliding doors of her expensive London flat, gazing off into the distance as the rising sun begins to peep over the far horizon, bathing her face in a glorious pinkish glow, her dark eyes sparkling as they greet the day. In her arms a furry feline reclines, purring contentedly. This is Miss Isis, the sole other occupant of this home ( Read more... )