Saturday, September 17th 2011
In the car just approaching Sparsholt. Emily and I are chatting with Joshua, and explaining the concept of tonight’s as-yet unscreened Doctor Who: a hotel with rooms that contain your worst fears.
“I know what’d be in yours, Daddy.”
“Oh yes? And what’s that?”
“It’ll be a room where you’re really, really, really fat. You know. Even fatter than you are now.”
Remind me to change my will.