We spent the morning poking around the covered market at Oxford and discovered a certain pub where a certain ex-Prime Minister had set a certain record:
Then we checked out of the hotel (fortunately one of the staff could carry the suitcases down those *#$#! stairs) and cabbed out to the hire car company.
There we picked up our new companions for the next stage in our journey: Elsie the Kia and Janice the Satnav. Llyn named the satnav after every bossy female she knew. I just bit my lip.
We loaded up the car and threw ourselves in the mercy of the UK road system-
- which appeared to consist solely of connections between roundabouts. We'd been on so many roundabouts on our way to King's Lynn we were in danger of turning into Florence and Dougal.
We were doing fine until we hit the last roundabout and Janice requested that we take the "fifth exit."
This is the last roundabout:
It took four attempts to make it back to our hotel after a short trip into town. L still twitches whenever Janice announces another roundabout.
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