We were trying to watch a film in an open space in the motel/conference centre but were interrupted by the foul-mouthed language of two lads pushing prams down the corridor.

Sensing trouble I followed them and (spying through their keyhole) witnessed an incident of domestic violence. I called reception and asked them to contact the police. Then I remembered that David Tennant was actually a police detective and I simply had to knock on his door and ask for help.

We got on our tricycle and set off to the scene of the crime until David noticed several kittens gamboling around the walled garden. He jumped off the tricycle and ran off, determined to “coochy coo” with them.