Did I ever tell you of the time the Doctor landed the ship and then hurtled out of the doors of the TARDIS arrayed in the most extraordinary clothes? He carried a staff and he was swathed in a grubby sheet. Barbara and I followed him. Fortunately we were both wearing cloaks so our clothes were hidden and we didn’t become noticeable in the great throng of Roman citizens. We hurried and pushed our way after the Doctor, who finally seemed to reach his place, breathing heavily, his face red with exertion.