Doctor Who?

When I was a kid I believed in Father Christmas for far, far, far too long. It wasn’t because I was gullible or stupid or even because I had a song in my head and a wish for magic in my heart – it was because my parents told me he existed. I refused to believe that they would ever ever lie to me. The knowledge that they did...

It wrecked my trust in my parents forever.

Over dramatic? Maybe, but so memorable I vowed not to do the same to my kids. I am always as honest as I can possibly be with my boys... so honest they have often decided to stop listening and run off to go down the slide half way through my elaborate and heart felt explanations for things!

So why then did I send my eldest son a postcard from Doctor Who?

I have begun an elaborate lie!

Last week as we were playing my six year old found an exciting shiny green plastic crystal ring.

‘That’s The Master’s’ he said amazed and locked in the game.

‘We have to send it to The Doctor!’ he squealed excitedly, ’So The Master doesn’t come back!’

‘Ah, yes!’ I said instantly spotting an opportunity for ‘writing with purpose’ – always the teacher!

He wrote a letter to Doctor Who his best possible spelling and his neatest smallest hand writing and we thought long and hard before thinking of a place in time and space we could leave it for him to collect.

We decided on that most magical place and most likely stop off point for a self respecting Time Lord was the chimney...

And there it stayed...

Until playing around with my phone I happened across the free postcard app from Touchnote and I happened across a photo I took of my precious first born next to a cardboard cut out of The Doctor when we were both in hospital with his fractured skull – me I was suffering from severe anxiety and Mummy stress!

The two things went together well enough and a plan was hatched!

I hid the ring on the window sill on my Grandma’s silver pot and wrote 220 characters as Doctor Who, explaining how I had de-activated the ring but thanking him for bringing it to my attention and sonic – ed it back into his own very front room in the pot on the window sill where it would now be safe to play with.

The postcard had a photo of him with cardboard cut out Doctor but taken with a retro camera app and blurry enough to look real!

Have I created a monster?

Will he believe it’s from him or me?

I’m hoping he’ll just realise that I love him so much I’ll do a crazy thing, a small thing, an embarrassing thing or basically any thing to make him smile...