After a spot of duck versus caterpillar racing in the shop, and telling a customer that she and Gary have two little boys with two little toys, named Cliff and Richard, Miranda realises she needs to be a bit reckless and wild.

She's young, free and happily single, after all, so why not book a spontaneous short break to Thailand? That's the Thailand down the road, in the shape of her local hotel, Hamilton Lodge - the definite perks being no travel, no language barrier and, most importantly, no sand/towel/lolly/wasp scenarios to deal with.

After 26 hours at the hotel Miranda has done everything - she's had six baths; eaten every room service meal; pressed every pair of trousers she owns; mistakenly ordered an overly familiar escort; and reached verbal diarrhoea levels with the young porter. Her trip away reaches an even weirder level when she's mistaken for the hotel's visiting seminar leader.

When Gary works out where Miranda actually is he turns up at her room. A regally drunk Miranda suggests that to prove the ease of their friendship they should just sleep together, before promptly passing out.

On returning from her spontaneous holiday, Miranda defends her choice of location to her disapproving friends and mother - what's not wild about getting drunk, ordering an escort, making new friends, running a seminar and jumping out of a window?