“Now this is the life!” Donna sighed, stretching out on a beach chair to enjoy the sunshine, blue skies, and golden sands. There could hardly be a more perfect place in the entire universe than a planet where it was always summer and the weather was never less than perfect.
“Oh, I don’t know,” the Doctor said from the chair beside her. “Probably get a bit boring after a while; every day the same, no clouds or rain except at night, no rainbows, no snow, no autumn with the leaves changing colour.”
“Why d’you have to spoil everything?” Donna grumbled.