‘So
in conclusion Lady Chatterley, I can’t technically move heaven and Earth, so
we’ve just sort of flown around the- phone
rings Excuse me. Hello?
‘Doctor,
do you ever check your e-mail? I’ve sent you this e-vite about five times.’
‘E-mail?
Oh, email. Yes, yes, very important stuff. Presses
a few buttons on Tardis and downloading 1000+ messages appears on screen. ‘It
seems that I get quite a bit of e-mail; hmm, I’ll have to do something about
that.’
‘Well,
before you start deleting it all, I’ve set a date? It’s at a country manor in
Worcestershire.’
‘Ooh,
that sounds quite quaint. Actually, do you mind if I bring someone?’
‘Doctor,
I don’t care if it’s the Pope or the Queen of Sheba- ‘
‘The
Queen of Sheba? Well- ‘
‘Doctor!
Please make sure you’re there on our big day. And no alien invasions.’
‘Martha
Jones, I promise to be there on your special day. And I will be quite the
gentleman. ‘
‘Thank
you.’
‘Well,
I suppose you’ve got lots of planning to do. Actually, I’m not doing much at
the moment; I might just pop over there and let you know how it’s all going.
Yes, see you there. Bye!’
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