I don’t have much time to draw lately as work is super busy until they hire some new people. But I always try to draw or doodle something around Pat’s birthday. One hour time limit. Happy birthday to the biggest inspiration of my life.
“The first nineteen years of my life, nothing happened. Nothing at all, not ever. And then I met a man called the Doctor. A man who could change his face. And he took me away from home in his magical machine. He showed me the whole of time and space. I thought it would never end. … Well, that’s what I thought. But then came the Army of Ghosts. Then came Torchwood and the war. That’s when it all ended. This is the story of how I died.”
There’s water dripping off my roof that sounds like a ticking clock and my brain chose this moment to remember that one episode of Doctor Who where the clockwork droids broke a clock so they could hide in the room without their ticking being noticed and I am suddenly VERY AWAKE