Wibbly-wobbly Apocalypso Christmas

So, once again we've survived the end of the world with nary a cataclysmic event. Disappointing. However, my spirits remain high because the world was once again saved at Christmas time by Doctor Who.

I know this, because I saw him.

Fake snow in fake London Court

Friday was the declared the day I could be bothered heading into the city to see some of the cute attempts Perth is making to imbue summer with the oeuvre of Christmas. The day dawned bright and clear, and I awoke to a day filled with promise and adventure. I stretched luxuriously and went straight back to sleep, only to be woken again moments later by the sound of fists pounding heavily on doors, first downstairs, then upstairs, then on my door before continuing back down the corridor.

Zombies! was my first excited thought in my half-awake state, followed by the far less exciting notion that it was workmen conducting the usual maintenance in the building over the summer break.

I opened the door to find exactly that. He announced that he was replacing my carpet.

'What, today?' I asked, somewhat panicked at the thought of getting all my furniture out without any notice, whilst still in my pyjamas.

'No,' he replied brightly, 'sometime before the end of January!'

Thanks for the heads up... and the precise date of installation...

I'd arranged to meet a couple of friends at the Christmas tree in Forrest Chase at five to twelve, the oddly specific time chosen to allow us time to meet and head over to London Court to see the 'snow' fall as it apparently has every day for the last couple weeks. Due to misadventure, this was not achieved, but I ran into some other friends and the friends I was originally meeting managed to catch the second snowfall at 1pm, so everybody came up daisies.

In the evening I returned to the city to meet another friend to check out the light shows.

Now, the pernickety among you will know that the Mayan calendar ended on Friday, at 7:11pm local time to be exact.

It was around this time that my friend and I were leaving Santaland at Myer to head to Brookfield Place for the promised light show.  On the upper level concourse there were droves of people flocking to see the nativity in the Chase.

We were ducking and weaving around said crowds when we rounded a corner and came across none other than the tenth Doctor lurking in a quiet corner. 

He obligingly paused briefly for a photo then ran off, presumably to avert whatever end-of-the-world scenario was imminent. I have fun mental images of Cybermen struggling to march up and down the escalators and negotiating the make up counters in Myer, while Daleks stream down Hay St Mall looking for that perfect gift.

I looked at the time as he ran off:

7:10.

No wonder he was in a hurry.

And thus, the world once again failed to end, presumably thanks to the Doctor, and we went on to explore the lights and drink hot dark chocolates at Theobroma.

The Brookfield Place lights mid-image change.