A Lighter Note? - Updated

Although I am calling this "A Lighter Note", I'm not really sure if it is a lighter note. Given the current circumstances, I'm not even sure if there should be a lighter note. Mr B and I talked about this, and have decided that we are a bit disgruntled. It's like all of a sudden everything has just gone back to normal, and it shouldn't have. I'm still feeling like the world should have stopped for a little while. But it hasn't, which seems a tad unfair and a lot inappropriate.

Anyway, writing something light-hearted and blog-worthy is probably a bit like jumping back on the proverbial horse after you've been booted off it (although I would never give a horse the opportunity to boot me off, which totally isn't the point). Anyway, I have to share this piece of exciting news. Well, exciting in a relative sense. It's not quite as exciting as winning the lottery (which I did, although I only won £8), but more exciting than getting home to find you have a parcel (which is supremely disappointing when you discover that said parcel is the mobile phone you ordered and not a surprise). In short, it is medium-exciting. Well, actually, medium to low,which raises the question, why am I bothering to share this with you? The answer: I don't really know. It's just something to talk about.

So, after all that build up, you will all no doubt be thrilled to know that the tardis saga has reached a happy conclusion. I have a letter from the Scratch and Stare Doctors (I don't think they are actually called that, I just can't be bothered to reach over to the coffee table to find out what they are actually called). Anyway, I digress. The letter proudly informs me that I am "normal" (whatever that means). I presume it means that the fugitive hiding in my tardis is no longer armed and dangerous (personally, I like to think he/she is carrying out a meaningful hermitage, looking for some greater truth and such like). I am quite pleased by this in the strictly tardis related sense, but also thrilled on a more personal level. Never before have I been referred to as "normal". It is an important moment in my life. In fact, I'm so thrilled, I may have to frame it.

Update: I spoke to our friend CA tonight. She had her "bits" referred to as a vault, in writing from one medical professional to another. If we were playing tardis top trumps, she would win. Hands / vault down!!!