There’s nothing like a bit of chill out time in a hotel to cheer a tired old bird like me up. It gives me time to appreciate what I have, to realise how lucky I am and what is really important in my life.
I also get to sleep all night without any small people screaming for my attention and disturbing my precious sleep (which helps hugely with the appreciation bit)
But most of all, it means I get to enjoy this little beauty whenever I fancy it. Alone. Alongside some questionable daytime TV.
What with this and the room service, I’m pretty much in heaven.
Maybe an annual habit has been started?!