“Do you think you’re just a wee bit obsessed?”
…asked the sister last night as she found the pictures on Flickr of my Doctor Who figures. “I’m amazed you took the time to pose them and then actually took pictures! And nice religious view on FaceBook, Mick. You’re sure you’re not obsessed?”
As I’m trying to explain to her what she thinks is an obsession really wouldn’t register on anyone’s obsession scale, when compared to what I’ve seen of other’s…interest in Doctor Who. “There’s always a way to justify it, isn’t there?” she continued, teasing me. “You take these types of things and,”
“Make them a part of me?” I supplied helpfully.
“Exactly.”
And then I prayed she forget I’d sent her the links to the first two parts of Fashionista Fever! and never, ever find the sound files I’ve uploaded, because then she’d never believe the bit about the obsession scale.
I do prefer to be thought of as a fangirl, to be honest.
“Who’s the guy with the Converse?” she asked.
“That’s the Doctor! Didn’t you see him when I was there?”
“I never got to play with your toys, Mickey. Star Tattoo was hogging them.”
“And loving up on Martha.”
“Yeah.”


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