A few weeks ago I managed to bag one of the Hoxton Hotel £1 rooms in their yearly sale. We booked to stay there on Monday as it was Alex’s birthday, and we thought that a night out in Shoreditch might be nice if getting home didn’t involve rushing for the last train. After dinner, drinks and some much needed relaxation time, Alex and I decided the last thing we wanted was to stay in town. There’s nothing better than waking up in your own bed and it seemed silly to fight the rush hour the following morning when we could catch the last train – We only live 20 minutes from the Hoxton Hotel and as lovely as it was, we just felt that home was the place for us.
Before heading home, we drank cocktails and ate cake in the Commercial Tavern and then hot footed it to The Book Club, where we drank even more and ordered much more food than was necessary…
The Book Club
Birthday Boy in his new Ray-Ban sunnies.
I got this birthday card before I knew we were having Nachos for dinner.
Must have planted a seed in my mind…
We are off to Paris tomorrow to continue the celebrations. Fat cat has gone to the in-laws and I really must get packing.
Until next time.
Happy 30th Alex! x