In which the blogger bravely runs away

Bloody hell (or Hades). I was actually having rather a nice day. My friend-with-whom-I-go-for-coffee took me out to a pre-birthday breakfast at The French Baker near the Byward Market. Since she is a member of The Sisterhood (that is, a fellow "special needs mum"), I gave her a blow-by-blow of the latest crisis (the beginning of which is in the previous entry), and afterwards, we strolled through the Market and found perfect (we hope) blouses for two of our respective daughters (both the eldest), before picking up what looks like the ideal book on puberty for younger daughter.

And...and... Damn. I just don't feel like going into how the day ended. Suffice it to say that the crisis at younger daughter's school continues, and if I get brave enough, I'll blog about it later in the week. but it's my birthday tomorrow, dammit. I want to turn up the Beatles full-blast. I want to rejoice in the one day I can say belongs to me. And right now, I want to hide in another Doctor Who fan-vid. Because that's how grown-up I am.

Today, I'll choose a fan-vid from another prolific YouTube poster "Maggi137". I believe Maggi is German and maybe it's her European sensibilities that govern her choice of songs and clips. It's not always to my taste, but it never fails to be interesting. What follows is one of my personal favourites which I think captures Maggi at her quirky best:

Happy Birthday to me. Thank God the new Doctor Who is being regularly posted by guerilla uploaders, otherwise I really think I'd be going mad. If anyone out there is given to lighting candles, light one for younger daughter and me, willya?