Life as the assistant (and wife) of a time lord was exhausting. In our latest adventure Dr Who (my husband) and I hid from the “evil one” behind filing cabinets stored in an attic barn by the seaside. It felt reasonably safe until we noticed that the cabinets were growing larger. They rapidly multiplied and started to work together to kill us in a metallic crush. Then out of the corner of his eye the Doctor spotted a trap door and we escaped just in time.

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My friends had six children in two sets of triplets. I was impressed with their efficiency at reproduction, and how they used the medium of song to order the children through dinner and off to bed every night.

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I travelled all the way to London to spend the day with colleagues at my hot desk in Bloomsbury. Unfortunately I chose “No computer” day. So while everyone got on with other jobs such as filing, my time banned from the keyboard was completely wasted.