Neptune’s Fountain – for once without a traffic cone or a stolen Trident!

It’s that time of year again, when we return to my hometown of Cheltenham to visit my family. As usual Mum will have tacky singing, dancing Christmas stuff invading her living room (says the girl with the talking Dalek and Cyberman tree decorations!) and D has chosen this weekend to get the plague man flu a cold. Actually we both have colds, but I’m mostly over mine.

Tomorrow we visit with R so that he can open his gifts from us and then, while D is recovering from his plague man-flu cold I might hop on the bus to Chav Central to investigate the Christmas Market and ingest too much Gluwein (is it there this weekend Ginge?) and maybe have lunch in the cafe where my Nan and I used to gossip and plot and giggle like schoolgirls.

While we’re away I’m hoping to gain permission to write up official reviews on both the guest house and the nearby pub/restaurant – a pub that anybody with a fascination for planes will love (many enthusiasts visit just to watch the private planes taking off, and the pilots often stop in for lunch and a pint while they’re getting their planes refuelled). I’ve even been handcuffed by a retired police officer in that pub, just to see if my tiny wrists could slip through – and they could!

In other words, the three Geek Girls Of Gallifrey won’t look amiss bundled up in my scarf, wearing a fez or a fedora, waving sonics and squeezing things that shout “EXTERMINATE!” After all, it’s not as if there won’t be any other geeks there (although I doubt that an Adipose plushie and an inflatable TARDIS will go unnoticed). Oh well, excitement for the Christmas Special is building; that’s my excuse and I’m sticking to it!

Have a wonderful weekend everybody; I’ll be back with reviews and photographs on Sunday – although you’ll probably hear from me tomorrow at some point as I rev up the lunacy levels of Cheltenham.