Drabble (22/22): Marital Duties

[john_amend_all]

"Take this." Barbara thrust a heavy shopping bag into the Doctor's hand. "And those fruit had better not bruise, or I'll give you what for."

"Barbara—" the Doctor protested feebly.

"Yes, I know. The Drahvins could invade any day, whoever they are. Well, until they do, you can make yourself useful while Ian's away." She handed him another bulging shopping bag. "Come along. If the weather holds, you can paint the fence this afternoon. And if it doesn't..." She smiled wickedly. "I'll think of something."

Vanquished, the Doctor tailed along after her. This, he was thinking, was definitely not cricket.