There was a danger that I might waste all the free time I had today doing something silly and frivolous. You’ll be glad to know that instead of doing that I spent the whole morning fashioning all eleven Doctors from Lego.
A worthwhile pursuit if ever there were one, don’t you agree?
The First Doctor; ‘What do you think it is? A space helmet for a cow?‘
Jamie:‘What are you going to do?
Doctor: ‘Bung a rock at it.’
Doctor: ‘Jo, did you fail Latin as well as science?’
Doctor: ‘Would you like a jelly baby?’
Doctor: ‘Oh Marvellous. You’re going to kill me. What a finely tuned response to the situation.’
Peri: ‘In the last couple of days you’ve called me Tegan, Zoe, Susan… On one occasion, you even called me Jamie.’
Ace: ‘Do you feel like arguing with a can of deodorant that registers 9 on the Richter scale?’
Doctor: ‘Who am I?’
Doctor: ‘Excuse me. Do you mind not farting while I’m saving the world.’
Donna: ‘He saves planets, rescues civilizations, defeats terrible creatures… and runs a lot. Seriously, there is an outrageous amount of running involved.‘
Doctor: ‘I’m the Doctor. I’m worse than everybody’s aunt.’
I could have easily wasted my day dusting or folding clothes. Yay me!