The Wickerwork Man (Short Trips: Farewells).

Prose  It's Summerisle in suburbia, as the Doctor investigates an alien infiltration in Levenshulme in a story which ends, and I don't think this is a spoiler given the title, with a giant wooden effigy being torched.  In someone's back garden.  I've said this before, but god I love Paul Magrs version of Doctor Who, that sweet spot between folk horror, parochialism and camp in which haunted dolls infested with alien hornets terrorise a pier in Cromer or as this the case here an apocalyptic evil attempts to conquer the Earth through the medium of patio furniture.   

The story shares many structural similarities to Rose which premiered a year before this was published, although its not clear how deliberate that is.  Told in the first person through the eyes of twenty-two year old Peter, the Doctor slowly encroaching on his otherwise boring life, meeting his parents and introducing him to the TARDIS.  But this Eighth Doctor seems more absent minded than guarded and unafraid of domestic.  But you could imagine this being a jumping off point for a whole series of stories in a similar vein as Peter becomes more sure of himself and his sexuality while fighting monsters across space and time.  

Placement:  In the chaos of the Greenpeace gap.  The Doctor mentions he has a few irons in the fire which would fit with the version who's buzzing around the universe right then.