Chapter 10
Good Day For Mushrooms
I’ve always had a soft spot for mushrooms ever since the
sixties when a Russian spy, captured retrieving top secret
information from a tree stump in somewhere like Ashdown
Forest, insisted he was only looking for fungi. “I’m only
picking mushrooms” became a school catch phrase. Rather like
the slogan on a sheer nylon tights offer with Paxo stuffing:
“Recommended by Anita Harris.” But I digress...
There’s a sense that both the Doctor and Chris are getting
out of their depth. Wouldn’t it just be better to get the
TARDIS back and go? But curiosity, always the Doctor’s
undoing, and a man in a stove get the better of them. They’re
starting to get noticed.
The Doctor’s catapult, emblem of a rascally Dennis the
Menace-style childhood. But I don’t remember knowing anyone
who actually had one.
Any resemblance by the “whisper softly” nursery verse to
“Christopher Robin is saying his prayers” is purely
deliberate.