The couple was young, blond and extremely dangerous. The press had described them as a modern day Bonnie and Clyde. Their delicate looks, matching earth-tone outfits and genuine, open affection for each other had me seething with jealousy – despite their well known brutal acts.

Fortunately my ability to time travel meant that I knew that the boy was about to turn up with a big musket and shoot the heck out of the chemist shop and all the people in it. He had once worked there as a Saturday boy and was carrying a grudge as big as his gun. I met a big, handsome policeman who reminded me that we had once ‘got on really well’ at a party. Despite my momentary concern about ‘changing the course of history’ I helped him to lock the two doors and avoided bloodshed.

At the petrol station forecourt, I picked up a beige coloured car, which I had folded neatly into a suitcase, hoping the real owner wouldn’t see me. However, I lost my nerve and decided to leave the car in the shop and say that it was now company policy to carry unaccompanied cars inside for safe keeping. I was a rubbish outlaw.