Decided I felt better today, so we set off to Exeter. Turns out I was actually feeling potentially a bit worse.
On the way there we got stuck behind a house on the motorway. On the way back we had to make an emergency stopover when it started to rain torrentially and we realised the wipers were broken. That was a scary (near blind) couple of minutes.
Also of note: we got monumentally lost in a garden centre, Graham thought I was about to be sick in a fancy brogue in the shoe department of Debenhams.