Dinner in bed, heaps of pillows, a rooftop pool? Oh, for one night in a hotel

Dinner in bed, heaps of pillows, a rooftop pool? Oh, for one night in a hotel

The Guardian

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I am excited to hear the clattering of a receptionist’s keyboard once more, as I am told to enjoy my stay

I discovered one of my favourite delights as a result of an exciting love affair, which for complicated reasons (and I am aware of how dodgy this sounds) included a lot of one-night hotel stays.

My affection for the soul-resetting balm of a single-night hotel stay has long outlasted that relationship. To be clear, I am talking about expensive hotels – ones that would be unaffordable for more than a night. I have stayed in most of London’s ultra-luxurious hotels this way; sampling them as if I’m at a wine tasting.

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