Mummy’s first night off – the Palace Hotel
I spent my first whole night away from Tin Box Tot this week. It’s taken 17 months – more by accident than by planning – but we were both ready to give it a go.
|Packing for one!|
I can understand why some people are anxious about leaving their little one for the first time. When TBT was tiny I left detailed instructions for her grandparents whenever I left her with them for a few hours. It seems ridiculous – after all, they’ve had kids – but I’m a routine freak and was definitely a bit over the top about this in the first year.
In the days before this week’s trip I experienced a range of emotions, including a lot of excitement and a little bit of guilt. It was going to be wonderful to enjoy some ‘grown up’ time. But I also had a niggling feeling that I was letting TBT down some how. The latter of course was irrational – she hardly knew I was gone before I was back.
Anyway, I was buzzing. Not only was I going to handover all nappy duties to Mr TB for 24 hours, I was also going to be put up in a swanky hotel.
The hotel was originally built as the Refuge Assurance Company Chief Office in 1893. The designer wasVictorian architect Alfred Waterhouse, who did not hold back on the gothic glazed tiles.
On my previous visit I was lucky enough to get a room in the front of the hotel above the Tempest Bar, which came with an amazingly comfortable bed.
The decor was a little tired, but not out of place for the period of the building – the ultra modern look would not work well the the huge windows and double height ceilings.
I was pleased to find I had two tiled pillars in my room so I could appreciate the gothic design up close.
I clocked this as soon as I got into the room – mainly because my arrival coincided with the the 5.33pm service to Manchester Airport from nearby Oxford Road station.
My mistake was not asking to change rooms there and then. I assumed the noise wouldn’t be too bad and I’d be dead to the world by the time bedtime came. After all, trains have nothing on a teething/snotty toddler, right? Wrong!
Sadly, I didn’t get the restful night I had hoped for and was aching for my own bed by morning.
Other than ‘train gate’ my stay at the Palace was lovely. The food, both at the awards dinner and at breakfast the next morning, was top notch.