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Fall is here. No really. Leaves are changing, the winter duvets are being aired out, and we finally got the plumber to come round and finish off the heating system because the house was pretty damn cold. While I love Autumn, it's my favorite season, I could've done with more summer. Summer lasted approximately a week here, all of which was spent on my hands and knees sweating it out tiling the bathroom. I've lived here almost 5 years, and only one summer was decent (and it was so decent it went overkill and we had a massive drouht). Our English summer this year - like last year - has sucked a clown's balls. All it has done was rain and flood and rain some more. I've been able to mow the lawn a grand total of 5 times, as it just never dried out.

English summer can suck it.

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I don't read a lot of blogs these days as I'm on the run a lot - work is busy. Babies are busy. And now that Autumn is knocking on the door we're racing around trying to get the house liveable. But one site I do try to check in on is this one. Don't drink coffee while reading it. And don't be around people that get annoyed that you're laughing at something they can't see. Otherwise, enjoy. It makes me laugh so hard I physically hurt.

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I was sent this gorgeous film by an anonymous friend. Thank you, anonymous friend. I absolutely love this film (even if some say it borders on cheesy) and I think the take on what's next is amazing.

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I have a horrible, torrid, embarrassing confession to make. It's shameful. You will make that "tsk" sound with your tongue on the back of your front teeth. You will roll your eyes and, possibly, bury your face in your hands. You will realize it's as you always suspected - I am uncool. Seriously.

I have become a Dr. Who fan.

I know! The shame, right? It's horrible! I made fun of Dr. Who for years. Tardis. Dalek! Bah! So stupid! And when the new series came on I couldn't be assed to even try it.

Jeff, as it turns out, is a Dr. Who fan. So we recorded the last series for him. As a promise to him, I actually sat my ass down and watched an episode with him. Then we watched another. And another.

And I am seriously hooked.

I know I won't go back and watch previous series, of those cheesy ones in the 60's, 70's and 80's. I know I won't even go back and watch the ones with Christopher Eccleston (although I am going to try to get my hands on the ones from the past two years). You know why I know this?

Because I have a deep hot burning crush on David Tennant. He's the gooseberry in my fool. He's the double-AA in my vibrator. He's any kind of variant of analogy you want, I think he's big salty goodness and am prepared to have sex with him in any position he so desires, including with me on top which isn't my favorite position because all I can think of is bouncing boob, views up the nostrils and possibilities for flatulence. David Tennant is now top of my list, replacing John Cusack (who, let's be honest, was on notice since I heard he dated Britney Spears).

Also? David Tennant's Doctor is funny. He has good hair. And he wears Converse. He had me at the Converse.

Yes, my friends. I have become a Dr. Who fan. Flog me now.

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The babies are 46 weeks old this week (not adjusted for their 4 week early arrival).

46 weeks old.

Do you know what this means? It means in 6 weeks they'll be 52 weeks old. How did this happen? Haven't they been around forever? Haven't they been in my life for 10 minutes? More like 20?

In 6 weeks, they'll be 1.

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I had to go to the doctor yesterday as my right wrist is in crippling pain. It was bad while I was pregnant and even worse now - sometimes it's too painful to even chop up a vegetable or type an email.

The doctor announced I have tendinitis and has put me on a course of medication. He told me to try to rest the hand, too, which made me laugh. Twins? Extension? Day job that entails almost exclusive work at a keyboard? Painting? What part of all of this lends itself to taking it easy?

I told Angus about the doctor's orders.

"I'm supposed to rest my hand and not use it," I tell him.

"Ah well," he replies flippantly. "You can use your mouth instead."

And somehow, I should have seen that coming.

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-H.