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.

Entry One - Shallacatop

Hello. I'm Rose Tyler. I was just a shopgirl but now I travel through time and space with a man called the Doctor.

<---- This is us.

Behind us there is the TARDIS (Time and Relative Dimensions in Space), yes it's an acronym, I've had to explain that to my mum over and over again. It look like a police box from the 1960's but it's really a lot bigger on the inside. Really (I've heard whispers about a bowling alley).

Anyway, there's the basics out of the way on to everyday life.



Today I woke up because the TARDIS shuddered so violently I got thrown out of bed. It was hardly the most pleasant of ways to be awoken. So, I groggily made my way to the console room to make sure that there was nothing wrong only to find the Doctor dancing about the console like he's five years old (this is not unusual). Nothing was wrong, and it was at this point it became quite evident that he woke me up on purpose. Usually he just sits on the end of my bed, poking my feet, and saying something along the lines of; "Rooooooose, wake up, I'm bored and I've landed us in the sixteenth century. Don't you want to go meet Anne Boleyn?" Which I obviously can't resist. I told him I thought that was a much better way to wake up than what he'd apparently chosen today. He thought that was very funny.

I made toast with pear butter and he complained bitterly (he doesn't like pears), but then I mashed him a banana on toast and all was forgiven.

Then we went to Shallacatop. It was my idea. I like that name it pops off your tongue. Shallacatop. He said that there wasn't much there, and he was right. It was actually one big planet filled with sand, but it wasn't too hot and I got a nice tan. I'm English, what can I say? If I see the opportunity for a tan, I take it. He read a book on literary criticism and laughed at everyone. I told him it was rude, but he said he didn't care so long as there wasn't anyone but me to hear him.

Overall, it was a fairly pleasant day. And no running. Nice change.