So, where were we? My second day in Bath was much better than the first - we knew where the laundry was. My day started out as I frantically tried to dry the clothes that had been handwashed and were still sopping wet in the damp Somerset air. Luckily for me, the guesthouse provided a blowdryer.

Wearing (somewhat) dry clothes, John and I went down to breakfast. The Abbot House Guesthouse is a family affair, and I was delighted to meet Freddy, the newest member of the family at just 2 weeks old. He was the most adorable little baby - when he was asleep. (His late night histronics - ah, well, they're a blessing aren't they?)

John and I went to the Internet Cafe across the street from the Bath Tourist Office (fantastic, wonderful mecca of websurfing there) and picked up our clothes, ensuring John would be changing his underwear at the rate of a married man (I recently read that married men change their underwear twice as frequently as single men) and that I would finally be reunited with my jeans.

We then went for a Sally Lunn Bun and toured the Pump Room. Bath is very touristy place, and I would liken it to Niagara-on-the-Lake. There were also very many young people there, presumably students.

John and I then returned to the car park, where John and I had been bilked by a parking meter much smarter than we were, and although I wanted to do more in Bath, it was essential to get out on the road. A major accident had closed two routes northwards and traffic reports were dire.

We travelled along towards Birmingham just fine, but then we were stopped by the traffic. It took 3 hours for us to travel 70 miles, and John coped brilliantly, but the whole experience turned a 2 and a half hour car trip into a six hour nightmare.