Well, we have made it through our martian death flu (thanks June) and come out the other side.
And to celebrate, the first morning I am feeling better, I woke up to THIS — this magical, glorious, YEARS-awaited piece of televisual goodness that has set my Doctor Who fangirl heart all to squeeing out loud and shrieking with excitement.
I may have cried a tear or two. It is true.
I give you, the return of My Doctor:
I think even BDH will clap his hands with glee over this. We’ve been cursing the BBC PTB (BBC Powers-That-Be) for weeks, nay MONTHS now, about not bringing Paul McGann back.
AND THEY DID.
I swear I shall never speak ill of MOFFFFAAAAAAAATTTTT again. Until I do. Of course.