[As the recording starts, Raikov looks worse for wear. He was very tempted to go with audio only but why deprive the City of his beautiful yet tired face?]

I'm assuming this is a curse day because my luck has been complete shit. Get out of bed, only to trip and twist my ankle because my foot was asleep? Hit my head on a cupboard?

[Which has left a nice gash on his forehead]

Spill hot coffee on to my newspaper and my lap? Trip over absolutely nothing on to the hard concrete? And those are only a few of the things that have happened to me throughout the course of the day.

[He rubs his temples]

I hurt, City. I want today to be over with. No one should have to deal with this much bad luck. I know I certainly don't deserve it! I'd love to take a bath but I'd probably end up drowning somehow...

[The recording starts to show the Doctor hobbling along Misery Square. His right trainer’s sole has come loose and he is clearly not in the best of moods. His hair is more crazy than usual and the edges of his coat seem to be burned off thanks to the TARDIS and her ever so lovely mood earlier.]

Ohhhh could today just get any worse?

[Unknowingly the next step he takes leads him straight into a puddle. His foot is completely soaked.]

Great. Just brilliant! Fantastic!

[His sarcasm is showing.]

What next?

[He holds out his arms in frustration.]