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Book Review – A Big Hand for the Doctor By Eoin Colfer.

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First apologises for last weeks disappearance, for those of you on my personal Facebook you will know I was very poorly, I actually went down with Tonsillitis.  Let me state I like many others thought that it was just a sore throat, however three days in bed proved to me how wrong I was, I lost my voice totally, could not swallow to eat or drink, had cold sweats and generally wanted someone to put me out of my misery or freeze me until a cure was found.  The I discovered that sometime the cure is just as bad lol the anti-biotics I have been on took their own toll and though I still have a few days to get through am determined to get back on my feet.

The reason being today is little Monster’s birthday, we shall be busy this evening playing with his new Doctor Who toys, stuffing our faces with cake and having lots of cuddles.

Which leads me to a request I get to snuggle my boy on his birthday next month Fi and Joey will face the first of many hard times, Charlie’s birthday, it will be the first one where they cannot watch his face light up as he opens presents and blows out candles.  Too many parents seem to be left to this fate, it now seems everyone knows someone or is related to someone taken by this terrible disease, but today I would ask if you could to take a minute and visit a new blog – she is on Blogspot at the minute but am singing WordPress praises to her – so if you could just pop by and say hello you will recognise her from my first inspirational Angels post you can read here

Her blog can be found by following this link here.  Just stop by say hello and cheer her on. Right back to business which of course here is writing and books..

As this year marks the 50th Anniversary of Doctor Who there are lots of special events going on, one of which is this series of kindle releases.

17225498Normally I would try to avoid spoilers however due to my feelings about this one that may not completely possible.

Each month a new story is launched written by a different author and featuring each of the Doctors in turn up to November and the current incarnation.  The books are aimed at young adult audiences so I am not the target audience but as a huge Doctor Who fan I see no reason I shouldn’t have a little read.

Now these are more Novellas than novels and I don’t want to give away too many spoilers so I shall keep my reviews as brief and spoiler free as possible.  It was well written and as a story thoroughly enjoyable but… and this is a big but it was not the First Doctor.

The author is a writer well-known for writing young adult/teenage fiction and of course he writes that brilliantly well but despite being old enough to have watched Classic Who this reads very much like it is written by someone who has only seen the most recent incarnations of the Doctor.  While he does grasp some of the speech mannerisms of the First his physicality is completely out of character with the older man who played him.

Could the writer have intended that this was a prequel coming before all the televised stories? That is completely possible but for the youngsters who read this then decide to look up the shoes featuring the First Doctor they are in for a shock, they will be looking for a guy who despite being a grandfather jumps into transport vortexes and instead they will find…

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Now, okay in a push I just he could still jump but it jars with my memories of how he would act, he was many things but the action hero was not one of them.

Overall I will give this a 3.5 out of 5 I hope that the series will improve with the other Doctors,

Right off to get ready for a tea party, its good to be back.

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My Boy

Four years ago today I came home from the hospital with my little monster.  It has been a long four years with one thing or another.  So I thought I would share a little of our journey.  Monster was the child we weren’t supposed to have.  My daughter was 14 nearly grown, I had had an early miscarriage and after seven years of trying we had given up hope.  I started university, life was rushing along and breakneck speed then as is so often the case you stop trying then hello  baby.  I will admit that the idea of starting again scared the hell out of me.  The phrase ‘you must be mad’ was thrown at me several times but a few months later along came the monster named after his great grandad. I was lucky with him it was the complete opposite to his big sis who I will tell you more about next month on her birthday.  Labour was only a few hours and five pushes later he entered the world.  After a sleepless night in hospital we came home never thinking we would need to go back.

He was a happy baby the only blot on our happy family was three weeks after bringing him home I started with back problems.  Completely unrelated it was just one of those things that could have happened at any time the result of which was I had three slipped discs.  There were lots of dark times in those first few months as I battled pain and depression but my little man was my shining light that kept me going.  I could never have coped without the other half and his mum who lives next door but one and my lovely daughter who literally had to carry the load.  I could not be left alone with him as I could not lift him from his cot or carry him so life was far from easy but he really was a happy little monster.  In the decemeber I had my surgey and had a disc removed and thought that everything would now

be good how wrong we were. We had just celebrated his first christmas he had got loads of presents and as children are he was more interested in the paper and packaging.

 

It was a few days later the 6th of January when I experienced the worst day of my life.  He had been full of cold and that morning was crabby and off his food a little.  As the day went on his seemed more tired than usual.  By teatime I was concerned and rang the doctors helpline, he had a rash but I had done the glass test and it went away they told me it was a viral infection nothing to worry about but you know your own child and know when somethings nor right.  So on the phone again and again until I made them pay attention finally I got a doctors appointment if I could be there in twenty minutes.  We jumped in a taxi to the local hospital to the out of hours service there.  Five minutes later we were in an ambulance with lights and sirens going on our way to the other local hospital that had the childrens services.  Monster was taken from me and I sat alone in a room until his dad and big sis arrived.  We sat and waited what seemed an eternity.  He had meningitis.  That first night was the longest of my life as we sat waiting to see if he would make it. I will admit that night I prayed to every god, goddess and deity I could think of I would have given my soul to the devil to save him.  They did warn us it would be days before we knew if he would survive but that first night we were taking things one hour at a time.  I still can’t let myself dwell on those days watching him laying strapped to monitors, tubes feeding him.  I thank the Goddess my little monster was a fighter and had the strength to come through his ordeal.  And I know how lucky we were, others there were not so lucky.  He came home with all his limbs intact and we started the process of rebuilding our lives.  It has been so hard not to wrap him in cotton wool.  He battles now with his speech and last year had his adanoids removed.  We will never know if his speech problems would have happened anyway.

 

To look at him now you would never have known he had come so close to leaving us.  He is brightly lively and even when he is living up to his monster nickname he makes it hard to be angry at him.  I cannot contemplate what my life would have been like if I had lost him.  I do have a friend who has lost two children one in late pregnancy and one age six months and I really do not know if I would have had her strength. I watch him with wonder as he catches up with his peers as his speech develops and I love watching his personality comes out more.  I watch him learn new things like riding a big boy bike for the first time and the idea he came so close to leaving us seems so unreal.  Yet I know it was so close.  It was a few days after we had been in hospital and he had turned the corner when one of the nurses let slip that had we been an hour later arriving to get him help we probably would have lost him.  So however much he my drive me round the bend I give  thanks daily for that.