1800, France….or is it 2078, New Paris?

Strapped inside a corset, sweating under layers of cotton, I opened the door and stepped out.  A robot hovered past, feeding hot air up my petticoat.

‘Doctor…I think we’re slightly late for Napoloeon!’


For Trifextra.  The theme this weekend was ‘Time Travel’.  Could I have done anything else but the Doctor?!