Hearing the iconic whirl of the TARDIS, I could have resighted the entire theme from memory.
Doctor Who was permanently imprinted in my brain, thanks to my very own Time Lord Noah, now 18.
‘You can’t watch that,’ I’d tease, when Noah was just three years old.
I thought he’d be scared of it, but that wasn’t the case at all.
And somewhere along the lines, Doctor Who became more than just a story – it was a lifestyle.
Me and my hubby Nigel were reminded of that daily.
Noah’s bedroom was completely covered in all sorts of different memorabilia.
Anything from sonic screwdrivers to past Time Lords, too.
Only, there was something that Noah had always been pining for.
‘I want a Dalek,’ he’d beg. ‘Oh, for Christ’s sake, Noah,’ I’d laugh. ‘When you’re old enough to buy your own, you can have one.’
