I knew it
I knew watching so much sci-fi in such a short space of time would screw up my sleep.
It took ages for me to get to sleep, mind was so busy.
And then this morning was very annoyed to be woken by my alarm clock, as I was in the middle of a fab dream. I can’t remember all the start, but I was in this corrodor type place, with some people, and there was one woman who wasn’t talking to me, went into this room and slammed the door. Steve Macdonald from Corrie was there, and we were talking about what we could do about the problem when we heard this wonderful noise.
We ran to the roof, and obviously the Tardis came spinning out of nowhere, and landed next to us. We waited for Dr Who to come out, but he didn’t, so Steve smashed his head through it, and it turned into some sort of black and white telly, and he was in it, and beckoned me to follow so we could go and save the Doctor. I was halfway through the screen, when my bloody alarm went off.
How annoying!
And Happy Birthday to me!