"See Donna, 'scuse me do you mind just budging up a bit mate, I told you I'd take you somewhere nice. Time travel, nothing like it!"
"Let me see if I've got this right, ow, in order to cheer me up after my disastrous wedding you've brought me to another wedding?"
"Yup."
"A seventies wedding, full of hippies? Look, it's no good, Doctor, we're not going to get a seat we'll have to stand at the back."
"Don't be daft, close personal friend of the happy couple, me. Look if the nice girl here will just squeeze up a teeny bit, thank you. Then I can sit down and you can sit on my lap."
Donna's glare spoke volumes.
"Or you could sit down and I could sit on your lap. You've got a lovely lap; I've always said that about you, Donna. Ow, that's my- Okay on second thoughts there will be no sitting on laps, we'll all just squeeze up a little more. Here we are."
"Oh, sorry vicar, were you in the middle of something? Carry on, we love a good wedding. Don't you love a good wedding, Donna?"
"No, and you shut up. The poor girl is trying to get married up there."
Jo Grant felt an overwhelming surge of gratitude towards the red haired woman for shutting her boyfriend up. She couldn't believe Cliff hadn't wanted her to invite the Doctor in case he caused a fuss, when his eccentric relatives turned up late and disrupted the whole ceremony.
If she'd been a less optimistic and positive person it might have been enough to start her thinking that running off with a younger version of the Doctor that she'd only known five minutes had been a mistake.