I showered: It was emotional. I used the bidet; intimately.

The pleasure of blogging has been greatly diminished by doing it in miniture and at extortionate expense. - At least 'not running' on holiday leaves me with such a sense of burning guilt that I am finding gym compliance far easier: My 5k time remains a sluggish and sticky 29 mins though.

In an attempt to brand itself as a Spa hotel, the otherwise delightful, Villa Relais del Golfo has a slightly bizarre addition to it's facilities: 'An Emotional Shower'. The lovely assistant informed me, very sweetly, that the Emotional Shower would be good for my 'chervical cord' as it pummels you with water of wildly alternating temperatures as lights flash above your head.

I must confess that I found very little benefit from being briefly frozen, then scalded. The light show too would have carried a health warning if it were to have been broadcast on TV. Maybe it was my inability to direct the streams of water onto my chervical column that prevented it having it's desired effect.

On the subject of mis-directed streams of water, I was alarmed to find a bidet in the hotel bathroom. (Seriously, do British people ever use these for their intended purpose?)... I also had a bottle of lathering 'Intimate cleanser'... Having forgotten the travel wash, at least I now had something with which I could swill my gym kit... In the bidet.