Monday 28th November

Dear Diary,

I persuaded the Doctor to let me go home for a while. A lot of mail had built up – those fools must have the common sense of a flea if they think that someone still lives there. And there I'm being generous (something I'm not prone to) – a flea, after all, knows how to survive.

I bought this diary while I was here. The way I see it, if I have such brilliant adventures, then they're worth saving, So they can be shared, of course. I can share my knowledge and experience, in a book. Many books, I hope.

I'm writing this in the TARDIS control room. The Doctor is asleep at the controls (so much for 'Time Lord resilience'). He's a bloody deep sleeper, too, so I thought I'd better stay here and keep an eye on things. I could… I mean, I've flown the TARDIS before, I know how…

I've decided. 'As You Like It' at the original Globe theatre. The Doctor never stops to take in some culture. I'll persuade the Doctor later to take me to Phantom's 25th Anniversary performance – psychic paper only works for him.

I'm in top row seats. It turns out that friends of the Doctor get discounts. Huge discounts in fact – free.

Wow. Let me tell you what happened. First of all, the play was brilliant. I loved it! My only complaint is this: they're allowed to show men acting at being in love on stage. Gays? BURN THEM!

When I got back to the TARDIS, The Doctor was standing in the doorway. Most people would be shocked, and write something like 'I gasped', but those people probably didn't figure out beforehand that there's no way he'd have still been asleep after the entire play.

"Very clever, Kate!" he said, beaming. "Absolute genius. Flying the TARDIS to the 17th century to watch old Shakey? Very, very clever. However, we'd better go before someone sees me – I have enemies here."

I rolled my eyes – what a ridiculous thing for The Doctor to say! "You have enemies EVERYWHERE, Doctor." I said. He laughed, and fiddled around with the TARDIS controls.

"Can we please go somewhere relaxing? You know, I'm all for chasing aliens, but something tells me that two broken legs in one week is not good for you!" I complained dryly. I'm British, I can't help it.

"Sorry about that." Said The Doctor sheepishly. It's a long story, so I won't go into it all. "Well, there's a lovely human village on the edge of the Universe – 10,132 AD. Fairly poor, but there's a nice inn where we can rest up for a while."

Suddenly, the TARDIS swerved to the left. My arm smashed against the floor – I'd fallen. "Bloody hell!" I cried, nursing my injured arm.
"We're here!" trilled The Doctor, opening up the TARDIS doors. "And don't swear!"

"Oh, sorry, I should have shown more control after being thrown onto my side by a crazy driver!" I spat sarcastically. I looked out the doors. We were parked on a pathway leading into a small village. When I strolled out of the TARDIS, I realized how small it was. There was a well in the village centre, with a young girl reading by it, a pub, a small shop, and about fifteen houses. Each house had a small area of farmland next to it, housing either crops, cows of chickens.

"I hope we don't get lost." I muttered to myself sarcastically. It was nice, however, to be out in the peaceful countryside. The sunset was clear in the sky – not a cloud, light, or alien spaceship to spoil the view – and the grass rustled underfoot.

The Doctor showed me into the pub, where a few weary farmers were enjoying a pint whilst families ate their well-deserved dinners. Whilst I listened to the conversations of the farmers (most were bragging about their daily haul, but one, I recall, mentioned how his children were being schooled in Area One), the Doctor settled us a room upstairs, for, as he put it, 'ten of those big silver coins you use. It seemed a lot to him.'

We went up to our room, which was rather sparsely furnished. There was a dresser at the back of the room, and a desk against the left wall. Then there were our two beds (separate ones, thank God), with a chest at the foot of each one.

I retrieved my books, laptop, diary and pen from my jacket pocket. The jacket belonged to the Doctor – the pockets are, understandably, bigger on the inside. I lazily put them all in the chest. Then I settled down for my most peaceful night's sleep in ages.