Parenting guilt is the worst and I seem to carry it on my shoulders as if it were my army rank and number at the moment. My children also know how to tap into this guilt as if they are targeted missiles. So after neglecting them over the past two weeks of the school holidays as the pub has been super busy we decided to treat our family to 24 hours in London with a stopover in a hotel! My husband closed the pub for the first time in six months so the minute all the customers left on Bank Holiday Monday we jumped in the car to the big smoke.
We stayed in the trendy Ace Hotel in Shoreditch, sharing a room with two double beds, perfect for the five of us to squeeze into. The room had a record player and vinyl that you could buy and take home should you wish. We wandered along Brick Lane eating warm bagels from the bagel shops and discovered the amazing Princelet Street and the pink house pictured above.