I have been informed - by Edith Mather - that I am very literary in my writing style. I apologize, and I'll try to endeavour, I mean - I'll try to u-n-w-i-n-d.

Today is FA Cup Final day, so I'll have to motor if I want lunch, drinks and to go watch the match!

My computer is making grunting sounds as well - I checked, they are not coming from John.

We arrived in Bath after a traumatic visit to Grandpa's. He generally treated me like part of the furniture and apparently, I'm fat and need to lose two stone (28 pounds, to North Americans). He did not ask me about my studies, my trip, my innovative approach to haircare - so there you have it, the comprehensive guide to pissing me off. (Katarina, somebody else to add to your list).

Anyway, fast forward to the front stoop of the Abbot House Guesthouse, on Newbridge Road in Bath.

'Hi, we're John Mather and Jane Hope, we think we have a reservation here.'

'I don't believe so.'

John and I were aghast - it was 7:45 in the evening and we had nowhere to sleep. She looked at us, and told us she had a spare room, luckily twin, and if she was given an hour to make it up, she would give it to us. So we toddled off to the pub to lick our wounds.

When we got back, she smiled brightly at us and said 'You are booked in here, I just had the book on the wrong page.'

Another mystery solved.

The next morning, we set out to find a laundry located nearby. Fifteen minutes later, we had a flea in our ear from an attendant horrified at our assumption that a laundry cleaned clothes. Then began our tour of Bath, in desperate search for a laundry. This only lasted three hours, and included one trip to the tourist office, three maps, a bloody great big hill and getting lost about 3 times. After this superfun morning we beat a hasty retreat to the pub.

Setting out again, loins girded, we ventured to the Jane Austen Centre, located at the base of the Gay Street in Bath. For about £4 each, we were given insight into Austen's life in Bath, and Regency culture in Bath as well. As I walked the streets of Bath, I was overwhelmed by the Regency influence - there seems to be no place to speak of prior to it shooting to high fashion at the beginning of the 19th century. Austen was a country girl at heart and disliked the staid atmosphere of Bath, and her cutting humour was balm for two souls who had spent the morning trying to find a wash in Bath.