Yesterday I took a train from Kings Cross to York. The train was not that busy and I selected a seat across the aisle from a mother and her three suns travelling Aberdeen.

Throughout the entire journey the youngest boy Oscar kept singing and humming the same song over and over and over again. Sometimes the middle brother would join in. Normally this might have been considered annoying but this wime it wasn’t. The song they kept repeating was a familiar one, the theme from Doctor Who.

All three boys watch Doctor Who. Unlike many of the other things that probably interest her children the mother had a sense of gleefull satisfaction talking to her kids about the show.

They even had a copy of the latest Doctor Who magazine. Although it only been purchased this past weekend it was already battered, creased and stick with food. Before long I expect photos will have been cut out and pasted on walls and in books and the remainder will go into the bin. There will be no platic bagged ebay future for this magazinr. It is a magazine being read by children.

The youngest son was most interested in the pictures of the Daleks. The middle son was excited by the comic strip. The oldest son was not all that interested in the magazine but the ad for a “Pump’n'Go” Dalek really caught his attention.

Everything is how it should be.