Have you ever had that feeling when you wake up and you forget where you are for a second, then you realise you’re in one of your favourite places? I had that exact same feeling when I stayed at the Ritz Hotel. I woke up on a Saturday in the Royal Suite and saw sunlight streaming through the window. I could hear birds tweeting away. It’s a noise you don’t get to hear every morning. I took my time getting out of bed and what awaited me was a nice hot bubble bath drawn by one of the staff. I was in heaven!
After soaking in the tub I got dressed. I invited a friend over for breakfast and we planned what we were going to do for the day as we ate our full English breakfasts and washed them down with fresh fruit juice.
Our first stop was the beauty retreat, where we treated ourselves to a relaxing massage. While we were there, we thought we’d have manicures and pedicures as well! You’ve got to treat yourself once in a while. Once we were pampered and relaxed, it was time for lunch. We enjoyed an à la carte meal of lobster and crunchy vegetables, washed down with a glass or two of bubbly crystal.
Later on that evening we ended up in the casino with some mutual friends. We were laughing the night away, trying our luck on the slots and celebrating our wins. I didn’t want the night to end. We went back to our rooms as the beds were being turned down. The lighting was also being adjusted so the room had a sophisticated and warm ambiance. My room looked so inviting when I got back! I knew as soon as I got into bed I was going to fall asleep, yet I didn’t want to. I wanted to take it all in and make the most of it…but the bed was too inviting and irresistible! I got into bed and it was so comfortable! I lay there and enjoyed every second of it. I soon drifted off to sleep…
…and woke up the next morning facing cold, harsh reality. I had to check out and check back in to normal life, which I wasn’t looking forward to at all. Once I was home I had to run my own bath and sort my washing out; I got back to find a large pile of washing staring at me from a basket that was overflowing with clothes, the last thing I wanted to come home to!
My friend lives in London and if I want to have breakfast with her, that means lumping suitcase on and off a train then catching a hot, stuffy tube. At home there are no manicures or pedicures waiting for me. There’s no one to turn my bed down.
As the evening went on I clambered into my bed, which was unmade and rather cold, the opposite of the bed I’d been in the previous night. I soon fell asleep and dreamt of my time at the Ritz.