The past few weeks have found me plastered to the DVD player, much to Ben's wrath, as he has wanted to use it as well. Where I have been knee-deep in the most recent seasons of
Doctor Who, he has been sucked into
Oz, which has much to do with my evil-doing. I try to get him interested in TV series so that he doesn't get bored and annoying in the evening, which might be fine if you live in a house, but when your living space is 3m
2, it makes you want to cosh them over the head with the rolling pin. (Hey, maybe that's why my mum always threatens my dad with it...!)
This time it backfired on me, however, seeing as I was wanting to watch
Doctor Who, thought about it as I rode to work, thought about the show as I packed shelves, and hummed the theme as I "freshed" the shelves in the afternoons.
( So, thoughts! Spoilerrific. )