Entry Twenty-four - TARDIS

I woke up this morning and literally slipped on a banana peel. I mean proper falling to the floor limbs akimbo (that's a great word, isn't it?) slipping. How often does that happen in the real world? And it's really not a-peeling (I'm sorry, I had to) to wake up and immediately have my toes all squished through with excess blackened banana remains.

I screamed until the Doctor came flying down the hall and burst into my room, sonic screwdriver in hand. "What? What's wrong?!"

I stopped yelling, my mouth still hanging open. We just stared at each other for a moment while he assessed the situation, apparently realising that there were no Cybermen hanging out in my room, and then we both burst out laughing.

"You left a banana peel on the floor," I said, still laughing.

He tucked the sonic back into his breast pocket, "Well I was hungry!"

"And you couldn't go to the kitchen to eat your banana?"

"Well why? I was reading!"

I rolled my eyes and didn't point out the fact that he's always hungry, or that there's a rubbish bin five feet away, or that eating bananas and discarding the peels on the floor of other people's bedrooms is just bad form. I was too busy laughing.

"You're making pancakes for that," I said, joking, but when I got to the galley a half hour later, all showered and dressed for a new day, there were pancakes. Banana pancakes.

***

I am sick of cold planets. We always go to cold planets, sometimes I think he takes some sort of perverse pleasure in making sure I am always freezing my arse off. And I swear, he's never cold, something about advanced metabolism... another superior physiology thing I wish I had. But anyway with planet Earth coming up on Christmas, linearly (as MySpace informs me), the Doctor promised me a warm Caribbean holiday. Mostly after this encounter:

Me: -noticing a door I'd previously never noticed- What's in here?

Him: Oh, uh, that's the transiductinal loop disengager... mumble mumble mumble...

Me: The what?

Him: You know, the trans-mumble mumble mumble...

Me: You have no idea what's in there, do you?

Him: No idea.

Me: No idea?

Him: Nope.

Me: Seriously, Doctor, it could be Narnia in there!

Him: Oh, well that's a bit unlikely...

Me: -rolls eyes-

Him: -laughs- Well it is!

Once I convinced him that whatever was behind the door was likely completely brilliant and he sonicked the door open it became clear that what was in that room was completely brilliant. It was, apparently, the room full of blow up water floaties. I'm sorry, that needs repeating, a whole room full of blow up floaties!

"I was wondering where all this stuff went!" he said, with so much glee that I couldn't quite help being gleeful myself.

"Doctor," I said, "we are so going to the beach."

"Brilliant! Caribbean? Ocean is green there, you've never been to Earth oceans in that area before, have you? Nah, only Wales for you, yeah? How about 3427? Great year. They invent the self freezing daiquiri that year!"

"Brilliant!" I said back.

And then we popped round to the most snow covered rock I'd ever seen, just to get Melganberry icees.