Well, this is embarrassing...

I got the most embarrassing Christmas present ever yesterday - a life-size Ten cutout. Frankly, at my age I'm rather too old for that sort of thing, or for my husband and kids sneering behind their fingers that I've been outed as a fangirl. It's frankly a bit creepy to have Ten's sad eyes following you everywhere, the printing has a greenish tinge and Ten in his latter days was a bit of a party pooper. We tried everything - fairy lights, paper hat, Chrimbo spectacles, but he went on looking sorry for himself so in the end we shoved him in a corner and got on with lunch without him (Although my daughter did kindly leave him with her new Rose bubble bath).

Mostly the day was a telly marathon culminating in the DW special. This I had mixed feelings about.

( Hereafter be spoilers )