‘I’m wearing Gallifreyan Goddess. Best perfume in the galaxy.’ River Song had left a bottle in the TARDIS many years ago, and although the scent regenerated on a daily basis to suit the Doctor’s mood, it always reminded him of her. Today it was a seductive mix of sea salt, vanilla and sandalwood, with a base note of oud and …

DOCTOR: I'm old and I am wise, but I am most definitely silly. And I am certainly never a grown up!

GRACE: This is the Doctor, Your Grace.

DOCTOR: Your Grace. How about we cut down on the Graces and I call you something else. How about Sir Duke? Sounds good.

THE DUKE: You may address me as Lord Duke. And you are Doctor who?

DOCTOR: Oh, I like you already, Sir – sorry – Lord Duke.

DOCTOR: That’s the trouble with grown-ups. They stop believing in things. And they start liking blue cheese.