The kids expressed a desire to watch Doctor Who. I'm not sure where the desire came from but I didn't push back very much. My only stipulation was that I was going to watch it with them. So it has become family-TV time whenever it fits in.
We've started with Season 1 (The Ninth Doctor's season) which is not my favourite, but this evening after dinner we watched my favourite two-parter from that season. The Empty Child and The Doctor Dances. So good. So creepy. So very good and creepy.
And so it is that I sent my kids off to bed this evening expecting to have nightmares about what they'd seen much as I used to do after the final credits rolled on the Doctor Who of my youth and I emerged from squeezed into my Dad's chair or behind a cushion or, in extreme cases, hiding from the TV altogether - behind the sofa.
Sleep well all!
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