So I finally got through the front door

Ok, so it took me several days before I ventured across the threshold of the pop-up Who shop. Any time I wandered past, there was a great straggling queue of people champing at the bit to get inside and spent money.

Which makes me wonder why it is none of them seem to have jobs or homes to go to.

Still. At great personal risk to myself, I braved the shop, solely to buy items that Someone Who Shall Not Be Named (hereafter known as She, because you know who you are) wanted desperately. She hadn't realised her life was incomplete until she heard of dalek teapots and other such items of apparent desire.

Although I confess to admiring the gen-u-ine 1970s dalek in the front window display. I would love to know how they got their hands on it.

Anyway, after beating my credit card into a coma it suddenly occurred to me that I had to get this stuff home. Which meant I had to do the Walk of Shame, slinking along the street with a forced air of casualness, as if someone carrying two full-size Tom Baker and one David Tennant cutouts was a perfectly normal activity.

Getting It All Home entailed some serious decision-making..... wrestle the 2 Toms and a David onto the local bus, or just walk and stay close to shop doorways, away from the street front?

The truly ghastly thing is that now I have to wrap them up in brown paper and masking tape and post them to the other side of the country. Not sure what Australia Post is going to think.....