It?s more than I could have hoped for.
I have a convert. Phee is addicted to Dr Who. 6.00pm is now family telly time (and don?t tell my mum but every now and then we eat our dinner at the same time) where Rae, Phee and I sit down to watch Dr Who. Phee?s generally the first to remind me of what happened last night and then she?ll sit there glued to the screen. Tradition has it that Dr Who must be viewed from behind the couch, but Phee, being a modern girl, elects to view it through the safety of her fingers.
So far she?s been scared by the mention of a tiger eating people in An Unearthly Child and she thinks the Daleks are friendly but for 7, I?ll take it. By the time she?s 9 we should be up to Peter Davison so she will be able to fully appreciate the he, above all others, is the true Dr. In the meantime it?s just great watching her watching grainy black and white telly from 40 years ago and loving the stories as much as I did.