The bad news: I have come down with man-flu. Gentleman and I are not feeling too fabulous today. I can, mercifully, still taste this tea, as it’s one of my cozy, cuddly favourites. So oatmeal-y and soft and warm with no bitterness. Joy.
The good news: thanks to the good people at Cultbox, I spent today on the set of the Doctor Who Christmas special. I can’t go into any detail at all as it’s under embargo until nearer the airdate, but had the opportunity to interview a number of actors, and while I was there spent a while chatting to the executive producer, met the episode’s director on set and got to see some very interesting things being filmed, and Peter Capaldi said hi to me. SWOON. So yeah. Good day. Eternally grateful to my press buddy Blogtor for hooking me up with the gig, and for the good folks at the BBC for being such gracious hosts. Heavens to betsy.
Oh, poor wee Jamie :( I swear to Gosh when you steep him for no more than like 4 minutes he tastes like a gently oatmeal-scented cuddle. Sorry!
But if it’s any consolation, I have a cup of oolong sitting directly beside me right now, and I forgot it was there for like 2 hours.