You may have noticed that I went to BritMums Live in London last weekend. I am terribly disorganised, and left everything til the last minute – so really I shouldn’t be surprised that I was disappointed by my hotel. I paid an extortionate price for what was essentially a characterless box with a window that looked out on an offensive amount of concrete. There was nothing inviting about that room, least of all the dodgy wifi that wouldn’t let me stay connected long enough to upload an Instagram! The horror!
When you’re stuck in a crappy hotel and unable to sleep, there’s only one thing for it: researching all the cool hotels you could have stayed in if you’d been more organised! There is a slight issue with this, in that I’m rubbish at geography and couldn’t figure out which ones were close enough to the venue to be considered a sensible option, but hey – this is make believe. If I can make believe a stay in a posh boutique hotel, I can make believe a flying unicorn to take me to the venue the next morning.
Actually, when you look at it, these prices are not as high as you might expect. Looking at them, and the wide range of hotels on offer, got me to thinking about maybe taking a short break to London with S. London is one of those places where there’s always so much going on – museums, Udderbelly, mini festivals, huge parks, massive toy shops, carnivals, one-day events…
I’ve found myself in London quite a bit lately, for various reasons – and every time I’ve been there I’ve found myself thinking how much S would enjoy the experience. Even simple things like riding on the Underground (not at peak times!) would be great fun for her, I’m sure. And while she’s still very young, a mini adventure needn’t cost a fortune in expensive entertainment. She’d probably be happy with the dinosaurs in the Natural History Museum and a run around a park.
I feel like we perhaps don’t make the most of the things available to us; we don’t travel much and tend to stick with the things on our doorstep. There is a lot to do around here, but it’s also fun to go a bit further afield at times. Since S still sleeps in my bed, we could get away with booking a double room, and she would go for free on trains and buses (as far as I’m aware) so really, it’s about time I bit the bullet.
I think I went to London approximately twice before I was twenty. In fact, in my entire life I’ve only been there a handful of times – and I’m not even sure why that is. But I think we should do something about it!