A Gay Dad Takes on the Frozen-Hating Mormon Grandmother

My boy is 5 and obsessed with watching wildlife documentaries, he declared earlier this week he wants to be an angler fish when he grows up, Ms Skaggs would probably demand the end to all wildlife programmes if she heard one of her grandkids come out with that, actually she would probably like them banned for pushing Evolution propaganda on kids, her sort of intolerance has no place in the world I want my child to grow up in and although I have not seen this film I will take it’s message of hope and tolerance and applaud it until it drowns out the toxic voices such as Ms Skaggs

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ImageLast week a self defined Mormon grandmother named Kathryn Skaggs wrote a blog in an effort to alert the world that the movie Frozen was targeting children with a “gay agenda”.  In a sense, she was not alone in seeing “something gay”.  Many gay bloggers reviewed it with the thrill that it captured the air of gay persecution and some went so far as to dub it “the gayest Disney movie ever.”

They, of course, did not mean it in the same way Ms. Skaggs did.    There seems to be some common ground that there is a relevant LGBT message, even if we can’t all agree on exactly what it is, and whether it is “bad”.

Ms. Skaggs is a California pro-proposition 8 activist who feels her religious beliefs should trump the right of other families to enjoy the love and commitment she does.  Her writing expresses the fear that…

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Quick Catch Up

Hi everyone sorry for the sporadic posting once more, it’s half term here this week and of course that means the monster requires amusing.  We had to move lots of furniture yesterday for my new Tivo box fitting, but monster is loving the fact he can now watch programmes shown after his bedtime and we have two wildlife series set to record for him David Attenborough’s Natural Curiosities and Wild Deep which sounds quite naughty but is actually an underwater wildlife programme.

I am also trying to finish a story for submission to Zest the deadline for which in in two days so it will be close.

Ahmin has issued a challenge over on his blog for people to post their day in pictures, I have decided I will take my photos on Friday as it is a more varied day for me you can check out his day here.

A winner for the competition has been selected by my daughter and fingers crossed I will be recording this month blog later today and will announce the winner there.

I now have lots more furniture to move as the council want to come and do electrical checks on all the lights, sockets and god knows what else.  Have to be honest there is no way they can check them all partly because I have no intention of demolishing furniture to let them have access to sockets I don’t use and the dogs will have to be shut in my bedroom. But I do have till Monday to move things for that and it will let me tidy the bookshelves a little as I put the books back on them once they have been put back.

Have a great week everyone.

An Old Friend Revisited – Part Three

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Apologies this should have been posted yesterday but I had company for the afternoon and got a little behind…

If you need to catch up you can find the first two instalments by following the links..

Part One

Part Two

The Doctor watched as River picked at the last remaining morsels on her plate, he had merely pushed his food around his plate absent mindedly as he tried to work out what he was going to do.  He could appreciate Rivers suggestion had merit but how was he supposed to just whisk Astrid out of here without explaining anything or changing what had already happened.  Damn River, he hated it when she was right, he couldn’t change his past, her future, other lives were too tightly entangled to make that possible.

River looked across at him, it hurt her to see him like this but she knew that she would not change him for a single moment, every meeting was too precious to her.  She smiled at him, and watched as he attempted to feebly respond, he felt everything so deeply, she wondered at times how long he could carry on before that beautiful fractured spirit within him turned upon itself and plunged him into darkness.  Not in my lifetime but she knew one day she would not be there and it broke her heart to know one day she would break his.  She fought back the rising tears and turned to the jukebox, using the chrome as a mirror she smiled once more as she applied her lipstick.

“River! What are you doing?”

“Shhh Sweetie, I am just going to give our compliments to the chef, especially as once he sees all the food on your plate he is likely to be offended.”

She rose and headed towards the kitchen, the Doctor was about to follow her when Astrid blocked his view of where River had gone.

“Was everything okay?” She sounded nervous as her eye flitted over the Doctors still laden plate.

“Yes, lovely, wasn’t really hungry but she doesn’t like to eat alone.”

“I understand, she is lucky to have someone who cares about her more than money, none of the guys I’ve ever dated would have paid for food they weren’t going to eat just to make me feel better, in fact most of them would insist on me paying for them or at least eating where I work so they got a discount.”

The Doctor laughed “I can just imagine trying that with Riv…er…” He was distracted by the sight of a large flustered looking man in a greasy apron heading towards them, Astrid appeared to visibly shrink as the man loomed over them.

“Astrid, here is your wage plus a bonus, have a safe trip, you can finish now plenty of time to enjoy yourself before you board ship,” the man looked towards the Doctor “your meal is on the house please call again.”

The Doctor could not take his eyes off the crimson smear adorning the man’s lips, River, he glanced round and saw her moving towards the door a glint in her eye, reaching back he grabbed an astonished Astrids arm.

“Run!”

Dragging her along with him he made for the door which River was now holding open, Astrid protested as she was hauled along. As they reached the door the Doctor glanced back to see the owner shaking the effects of the lipstick off, River blew a kiss before closing the door and following the Doctor and Astrid back to the Tardis.

“I thought you were staying there for dessert?” The Doctor could not resist letting a smile play across his lips as he teased her.

“Nothing I liked the look of, besides if we want to make sure Astrid gets back for her new job I thought it would help having someone on board who can actually get us back on the right day.”

Astrid stood looking confused by the exchange, a mixture of excitement and fear raced through her veins.

“Erm excuse me but who are you and what do you mean get me back?”

“Sorry how rude of us, my name is River and this is… Mr Smith.  I just thought as you are starting a new job and as you gave us such excellent service, well we thought you deserved a treat so we want to take you out for dessert, and as you have finished work now there’s no reason not, is there?”

” I suppose not, but you want me to go in there? Don’t you think it will be a little cramped.”

” I love this bit,” the Doctor opened the door and stood back gesturing, “ladies first!”

He stood smiling watching as Astrid went in then with wide eyes retreated to walk round the outside before once more entering. River was at the console setting co-ordinates, he closed the door and stood watching as Astrid took in her surroundings the wonder shining in her eyes.

“It’s… it’s bigger, inside, bigger…”

“Yes it is, do you like it?”

“It’s magical, it’s amazing.”

The Doctor smiled this time his face lighting up, he never tired of watching the effect the TARDIS had on people for the first time, the only person who he missed experiencing it for the first time was River, but then she had just tried to kill him at the time, succeeded more like and then saved me again, the smile remained in place but the sparkle in his eyes flickered out.  The TARDIS was now in flight and River was taking Astrid by the arm suggesting they go find something for her to change into to enjoy their adventure.  Astrid was beaming as the two women disappeared down the steps to the wardrobe room. The Doctor closed his eyes fighting back the images threatening to engulf him, Astrid falling and River giving him that final smile before disappearing in a blinding flash.  It was not lost on him the parallels between them, both he had first met on the final day of their lives, both died saving him.  Knowing River was right and he could not change anything did not make it any easier, he noticed River had left her diary on the console, it would be so easy to just pick it up and see how many more meetings were left to them.  He knew the time was coming for that final date when he would look into her eyes knowing that he was saying goodbye for the final time, a single tear rolled down his cheek, before he reached up and wiped it away.  He needed to pull himself together he owed it to both of them to make this night as magical as possible, he looked at the co-ordinates River had set and smiled before altering the course.

He had just stepped away from the console when the two women reappeared, both looking resplendent in figure hugging evening gowns, River in a deep claret and Astrid in midnight blue.

“Now I need to get changed.”

He skipped past them and raced down the corridor, a few minutes later he reappeared wearing his top hat and tails.

“Well at least your not wearing the fez.”

Before the Doctor could reply the TARDIS made the wheezing noise signalling she had landed.

“You changed the destination!”

“Me? No! What makes you think that?”

“The brakes!”

“As if I would! Now ladies would you like to accompany me to the theatre?”

The Doctor opened the door and held it for them as they passed out onto the mystery planet.

“It’s going to be okay Sweetie.”

Straightening his bow tie he closed the door and the three of them walked away from the TARDIS together.

 

Happy Dances

Yes I know it should be Udolpho but well I am doing happy dances!

Every writer knows that there is a terrible waiting time between submission and the email that reveals your fate.  You hit send and then are forced to remain in limbo waiting to see how your work has been received with no idea of how long it will even be before you hear anything back.

In 2012 I was accepted to be included in a Charity Anthology for WOCA which hopefully is still in the pipeline however real life issues for the editor/compiler had placed that on hold.  Then just after Christmas I submitted to another Charity Anthology this time for an animal rescue I support, the anthology was being put together but two writers who also support the rescue one of whom is a Facebook friend.  Late the other night a post popped up on Facebook that they had finally whittled down the submissions and discussed how hard it had been and how high the standard had been.  The next status update was that the fateful emails were being sent out with contracts for those who made the grade, comments started appearing on the thread stating signed and returned. My email box sat empty, I guessed that they had done the ones they were accepting first before they sent out the rejections and even feared that they were worried it would effect our friendship, someone else posted stating they believed they had not made the grade, so I made the point of adding on that thread that rejection is a part of writing we learn from it and move on, every rejection is one email closer to an acceptance. By now it was late so I headed off to bed, then in the morning an email awaited…

Well you have probably guessed by the title that when after a coffee and staring at the screen for a few minutes I found the courage to open it there was a contract waiting for me to sign and return.  I confess I did a little happy dance before signing and returning the form.  The rescue has been hit badly by the bad weather here in the UK so they intend getting this project out asap so stay tuned for updates, and me getting a little giddy at times.

Now I have to calm down and get stuck in on another story I am preparing for a submission for next week as well as two others and working on Voices, I don’t think running out of ideas is the least of my worries lol

 

DVD Review – Pretty in Pink

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There are some films that will always transport you back to a certain time and place in your life and for me this is one of those films.

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As a teenager in the 80’s this film along with others such as The Breakfast Club and Lost Boys ensconced its self not only in the memory but also the heart.

Because obviously most of you know the film I am going to do the review a little differently but I hope it might be an interesting format to use doing these reviews of Classic films so let me know…

The Plot

As story lines go its fairly simple a teenage love triangle where class, wealth and status threaten to keep the main couple apart.  Andi is the girl being brought up by her rather useless father after her mum has left (I have to say that like Disney, American teenage films seem to like absent parents) and she has been forced to grow up before her time.  Lacking money, and a female role model, she has developed her own style which, of course, leads to her being ostracised by the cool kids at school. She and her best friend Duckie are outcasts in an environment where fitting in is considered important.

The Trailer

I have to say I don’t really recall the trailer and watching it now I have to say compared to modern trailers I am struck by how poorly the whole trailer concept was used back then, it was not so much a teaser as a plot outline and did not do the film any favours.

The Soundtrack

You can mock the hair and the clothing but the one thing you will never be able to mock any 80’s film for is the music.  The title track is so inextricably linked with the film I challenge anyone who has ever seen it not to think of Molly Ringwald as they listen to it.

Where Are They Now

One thing I do love about Youtube is that there are some great videos out there made by people who take the time to put together amazing fact files on the casts of your favourite films and what happened after the camera stopped rolling.  For this one I have actually chosen a reunion as it is nice to get a little insight from the actors themselves.

My Favourite Scene

This was such a hard choice as there are so many I love, but I decided it had to be this one…

Happy Ending

Of course, teenage films always need to have a happy ending otherwise how would teenagers face the future, if we really knew the disappointments and struggles that lay ahead we would give up there and then.  The reason we loved these films was they allowed us to believe any thing was possible and the future was ours for the taking.

Overall Opinion

You can already tell I love this film, okay there are the odd things that I don’t like, I don’t like Andi’s prom dress, she takes a gorgeous 50’s style dress and destroys it, but I accept in the scheme of the film that’s what needs to be done.  I would also have loved to know more about why her mum left, it would not have taken much just a few minutes between her and Iona in conversation could have done it and that would have added a little more depth to why her dad was such a weak male character.

Marks Out of 5

5 out of 5 massive shoulder pads and an 80’s film can’t do better than that.

An Old Friend Revisited – Part Two

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If you missed Part one don’t worry click on the link and pop back after all time travel is what we are all about once more this week…

Part One

The Doctor stared down at the table in front of him. River watched with concern as he fought to bring his emotions under control, she knew that the Doctor was not one to face his emotions if he could avoid it, he would rather deflect with humour or anger than face the pain that was always there simmering beneath the surface threatening to consume him.  With a exhalation he began allowing the story of his meeting with the waitress to flow from him. River sat and listened, resisting the urge to question him until he was finished.  Only at the completion of his tale did he lift his eyes and look into Rivers.

“I failed her, she died to save me, like…” he left the sentence unfinished.

“Like who?  Donna? Rose? They aren’t dead, they just couldn’t be part of your life any more, just like Sarah and all the others. Knowing you made their lives better, even if they had known how it would end they wouldn’t have changed anything,”

“No, not like them, it doesn’t matter what I meant, it doesn’t change anything, Astrid died to save me.”

“No! She died because she took a job she wanted and Max Capricorn killed her and all the other people who died on that ship. I love you but you are so damned infuriating at times. If you hadn’t been there they would all have died and as much as you would love to believe that you were the only person she saved, I do believe there were other survivors.”

“River!”

“Don’t River me! If you want to make yourself feel better then do something to make it up to her but don’t you dare play God with her destiny, you have been there and you and I both know that it doesn’t suit you.”

River looked over at the waitress and motioned for her to approach the table.

“Are you ready to order?”

“Yes please, we will have half pound burgers with the works, side orders of fries and onion rings, a side salad, and diet coke for me and sarsaparilla for Mr Grumpy here.”

Astrid wrote their order down with a smile then turned and headed to the kitchen.  The Doctor glared across to where River was now depositing coins into a table top jukebox.

“River! What do you think you are playing at? Do you seriously expect me to sit here and eat? Letting someone I know is dead because I didn’t save her serve me?”

“Yes I do! You brought me out for dinner, my choice remember? Well I chose here and we are going to have dinner, then while I eat dessert you are going to keep your promise and take her on a trip to see the stars.  So right now you can stop giving me that look and pick a song while I pop to the bathroom to wash my hands, Stormcage is a little grimy you know.”

Astrid was in the bathroom when River entered, she turned and smiled but the red eyes gave her away.

“What’s wrong? Please don’t tell me the burgers are off?”

Astrid laughed, “No, just my boss being a pig, it’s my last shift, tomorrow I start my new job.  I never intended staying here as long as I did, just wanted to get away from home and travel, so I took this job intending to save up money but the tips just never seemed to make it into my savings jar, and so I ended up stuck here.”

“What’s the new job?”

“A waitress still but on a cruise liner at least I will finally get to travel, just need to get through this shift, get my wage and then watch out here I come.”

“I think you are going to be amazing.” River gave her a knowing smile, “Trust me I think that you are about to begin a whole new life.”

“I hope so, the pay on the space cruiser is a joke but the chance to see the stars just once, well that has to be worth taking a chance for.”

River observed the wistful look on the girls face, sometimes one chance is all you have, but today is your lucky day.

Winding her way between tables River took the chance to get a lay out of the diner, the red black and chrome décor was straight out of a Fifties Earth Diner, only the clientèle gave away that they had travelled in space rather than time.  Through a hatch she could see a man barking orders to the harassed looking staff, hmm the boss I presume or should I say dessert.

She had barely resumed her seat in their booth before Astrid was back with their order, the smell was heavenly and River allowed her eyes to roam across the dishes mentally tasting each one before reaching for the ketchup. The Doctor made no move to help himself to any of the dishes, he remained silent his gaze accusing River of insensitivity.

“Sweetie you may as well face it, you know I am right, I always am,” she smiled at him but it was a gentle smile her normal teasing absent, “come on eat up we have a very busy evening ahead of us.”

“We?”

“Of course Sweetie, we are going to make sure your waitress friend has the time of her life.”

 

 

Dear Low Life Scum

First let me apologise to my normal readers because they know me well enough to know I don’t vent very often but tonight as I write this I have been so upset I need to get it out of my system.  Secondly I know the lowlife in question will never see this because firstly he would never recognise himself as such and more over if he were the sort of person who read anything I seriously doubt I would need to write this at all.

I know Mr Scum that you will not agree with the title I have given you, you will argue you work and there fore cannot be classified as a low life or scum, yet let me point out that this evening I was at work just doing my job when you decided I was not worthy of respect.  You approached my till and I could smell the alcohol before you were within two metre of me, you were struggling to even lift the extra beer you intended buying out of the basket to put it on the checkouts.  When I told you I could not serve you you asked why and I told you, you requested a manager and I got you my supervisor, that was still not good enough for you you demanded a manager.  That is fair enough and it is your right but did you turn on my ‘male’ supervisor no! You waited until he moved a little distance away to get the manager before you launched your attack on me.

I was there doing my job it was not personal against you, only that your were obviously drunk and I had rules I have to obey to keep my job.  You see I need my job to feed my family, not that you care about that after all what is someone else’s livelihood when you want another drink, but I digress, as I say for me it was not personal but you made it personal I will not bother repeating all the insults you through at me, if I repeat that when your wife happened to call as you stood ranting you referred to me as ‘a fat ugly dog,’ (strange your wife ringing it sounded like she had expected you home hours before) I am guessing from the one side of the conversation I could hear she was telling you to shut up and leave and no doubt the poor woman had to listen to your continued abusive diatribe many hours after I was at home with my own family.

When the security guard came over suddenly you ceased your personal insults towards me, again was that because he was male and you were too big a coward to confront him in the same way, and when my manager came you happily accepted what she had to say, was it because you realised she was not limited in the same way I was in the courses of action open to her.

I have to remain calm and not allow you to provoke me but don’t mistake that for having no emotions, the anger and frustration I felt at having to take your assault made me physically sick, I hope that makes you feel like a big strong man, you chose to insult and abuse me because you knew I could not say anything back and in my eyes that makes you the worst kind of low life scum, it makes you pathetic and a coward.

I could not have my say as I sat there but I can now, and you know what I know there are more people who care about my feelings than will ever care about you.  You freely admitted you had been drinking but you still believed you had the right to more, well guess what you don’t but what I and every other person has the right to is respect, we do not get paid enough to be abused, if you don’t like a companies policies write to head office but shouting insults at someone who cannot shout back is unacceptable.

I am someone’s daughter, someone’s mother, an aunt, a cousin, I go to work to support my family, you do not have to like me, I really don’t care whether you do or not but I deserve the same respect you would expect members of your own family to receive, and you know I have to be honest I could not have personally cared less if you chose to buy more alcohol and go home and drink yourself into a coma, your and adult if that is what you want to do with your life then you go do that but I do care about my job.  I care about putting food on my table and paying my bills, I care about my colleagues who would suffer if I were to break the rules and lose the licence for the store.

And that Mr Scum is the real difference I care about other people not just my next drink, so when you crawl out of your gutter to go to work tomorrow probably telling yourself you were still right take a good long look in the mirror and ask yourself what sort of ‘man’ or even ‘human being’ do you see looking back, I at least know I like the one I see in the mirror and don’t need to drown them in a see of alcohol.

I would say have a nice life but I really don’t think you are capable of it but don’t worry I will be,

Wet and Windy

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The wind is picking up again outside and although the sun is shining and it is dry at the minute you know it will not last.

The weather at the minute is full of extremes no matter where in the world you are while friends in the States post tales of snow drifts and freezing temperatures, those down under complain of the heat as do other friends in different part of the States.  But here in the UK there only seems to be two words needed this winter WET and Windy.

The first two pictures are from my local paper the Huddersfield Examiner and were taken yesterday…

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The second picture shows the roof which was torn off a swimming pool by the wind while the kids were having a swimming lesson inside.

But as always the thing to remember is there are always those who have it worse than you…

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Of course compared to some countries we are better equipped to deal with these things, we are an island so there are always plenty of boats available…

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We can turn anything into an excuse to get romantic if we choose…

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Everything stops for a single snow flake but a ‘bit of water’ won’t stop us…

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The kids are loving the extra days off school…

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And the biggest advantage we have in harsh times….

our sense of humour…

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Whatever the weather is like where you are today stay safe and remember it could be worse!

And now for something a little different!

It is Tuesday so it should be Mysteries of Udolpho but I will be honest I have not read enough to write a post about, there are just so many more interesting books, maybe I will have to put away all the other books round the house until I get it finished so I don’t get distracted.  So today I debated what to do and I thought I haven’t written a poem in a while and most of the ones I write are a little depressing so I have challenged myself to write a raunchier poem.  I read a few blogs by people who write erotica some in verse form and while I have written rather kinky sex scenes in my novel I have never really tried writing sensual so here goes at least if it fails miserably we can all have a good laugh.

I close my eyes,

Feel your breath

Upon my cheek.

Its warmth

Sends a quiver

Through my body.

Slowly you peel

Back the sheet

Revealing me

Exposing me,

My vulnerability

To your touch

Hypnotised by the

Steady warmth

I wait anticipating

Loving for those

Practised moves

That play a concerto

With my senses

Building to the crescendo

Where I will thrash

In the waves

Of your music.

Eyes remain sealed

To open them

Would break the spell

And I would know

You are not here,

And all I have

Is the memory.

An Old Friend Revisited – Part One

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The alarm roused River Song from her sleep, it took a moment for her to realise she was being watched.

“So I thought we would go out for dinner, your choice this time, since you complained last time.”

“Well I didn’t get dessert, I didn’t even get to finish my main…”

He interrupted “Now River be fair how was I supposed to know a Sontaran battlefleet would blow up the kitchen?”

“It’s the same everywhere we go, there is always something that stops us just having a nice quiet evening out, if its not Sontarans then it is someone else that feels the urge to kill you.”

“That is not true,” he paused before continuing “sometimes they want to blow up the planet we just happen to be on, sometimes they are just being grumpy, and sometimes, sometimes they are after you River Song! You manage to wind up just as many people as I do.”

“No I don’t you wind people up just by showing up. ”

“I came to take you out for dinner not to discuss who is the most hate!  Now do you want to go out or not?”

River walked past him towards the TARDIS “You will always win hands down at being hated but a little arguing certainly builds up the appetite Sweetie, lets go eat.”

The Doctor watched her disappear into the police box, damn that woman she is infuriating, shaking his head he followed her in the door closing behind him just as the TARDIS de-materialised.

River stood at the console, vectors plotted and destination set by the time the Doctor reached her side.  She looked up at him, as always conflict raged in her chest, the desire to see him yet knowing each time she did was one time closer to the final goodbye.  He looked down into her eyes as if searching to see what was going on in her mind and she looked away unable to hold his gaze.

“I am just going to get changed, don’t touch anything I have her set for the best burgers ever.”

“Should I change?” the Doctor asked.

“No just resist the urge to add any head wear.”

Five minutes later River reappeared dressed in what appeared to be the same clothes, the Doctor frowned, obviously something was different, but he struggled to work out what it was before a light bulb came on, “Nice boots.”

“Thank you Sweetie.”

The TARDIS materialised in the corner of a Space-port loading dock, River led the Doctor between the piles of cargo awaiting loading and headed to the doors that opened out into the Space-port Terminus.  Vendors seemed to fill every inch of the place hawking their wares while around the edges more permanent businesses were housed in brightly lit stores.

River threaded her way towards a gaudily lit diner not pausing as the sellers proffered a variety of goods towards her.  She swung open the door and after a quick glance round the half full room she picked out an empty booth and swiftly wound her way between tables and secured it, only as she was seated on the leather bench did she notice the Doctor hesitating just inside the door.

“Sweetie over here,” she called to him assuming he had momentarily lost sight of her, but as he moved towards her as if in a trance her brow furrowed as she realised something was wrong. “What is it? Don’t tell me you have been to Sto before? Are we going to get thrown out?”

” No that’s not it, I haven’t been here before, just someone I met once…”

The Doctor fell silent as he looked up at the petite blonde who had come over the the booth.

“Hi, my name is Astrid and I will be your waitress for this evening, would you like to order your drinks while you take a look at the menu?”

River looked at the Doctor who had gone pale and saw his bottom lip trembling.

“Could you just give us a minute?”

“No problem just give me a shout when you are ready.” With a beaming smile Astrid turned her attention to another table who were ready to settle their bill.

“Start talking, and tell me everything!”

To be continued