Sinking into the sofa, I was ready to flick over to CSI at the start of lockdown last year.
‘Hang on,’ my partner, Phill said. ‘You said you’d give Dr Who a go tonight.’
Staring at the TV, I pretended I didn’t hear him.
My partner, Phill, is a sci-fi nerd, which I love about him, but I wanted it to remain an unshared passion.
‘Come on Katie,’ he pleaded.
‘I’m telling you, you’ll love it!’
‘Fine,’ I said, rolling my eyes.
The kids were in bed, Bentley, nine, and Megan, four, so it was a good time for it.
Watching the over-the-top introduction with the spinning Tardis disappearing into the abyss, I couldn’t believe what I’d gotten myself into.
The ninth Doctor, Christopher Eccleston, appeared on screen shortly followed…
