I have just got back from our sales conference in Cambridge. Am tired. And after 2 days eating stupidly rich food I think my body doesn’t quite know what to do with itself. But I will start by saying this: Oh. My. God. That hotel is the most amazing hotel I have ever stayed in. We were in the Hotel du Vin. It’s beautiful. When I die, and if there’s a heaven, I would quite like it to look like the Hotel du Vin. Except with staff who look like Jake Gyllenhaal.
After a 3 and a half hour trip in the car from London (we moved 4 miles in 2+ hours because of the traffic, even though we left early), I was about losing the will to live. And then we got there and I stepped into my room and all worries left my little head. My bed was huge. HUGE!! I say. I could lay across it width ways, stretch my arms above my head, and still not have any of me hanging off the end, and I am pretty tall. And the linen. I want the linen. And the pillows that mould to your head. At night I lay in the middle and stretched out and it was just bliss on a whole other scale. If I could somehow have fit that bed in a Mary Poppin’s-esque bag I would have.
And! Two baths, in my bedroom. Not bathroom, bedroom. You go up a step and there’s a wet room floor and two deep deep baths facing each other. I guess if you have a loved one you can take baths at the same time and talk. Sadly I didn’t have time to have a bath, not that I’m really much of a bath person anyway, but I might have given it a go. The tv even turns around so you can watch it while in the bubbles.
I got very excited about the mini-bar but decided possibly the £4.00 jar of jelly beans and £1.50 Mars Bar might have come out of my own pocket, so managed not to. Was even more excited by the fact that there was real milk in the fridge and not those horrid carton thingys that are gross.
And we should all have someone bring us breakfast, with lovely croissants and toast and jam and the biggest pot of tea ever. I have had so much tea the past two days I think I’m becoming even more addicted. If that’s possible.
For once there was lots of food that I liked, for lunch and dinner, which is so unusual. And I had the best sticky toffee pudding I have ever had in my life. It was divine in the extreme.
So, if you are ever in Cambridge and feel like treating yourself, I recommend this hotel. And ask for either the Wolf Blass room (which was mine) or Brown Brothers (this was my boss’s and she had her own screening room, complete with lounge chairs, big screen and play station). Another room had its own well, but that would have caused me more worry than anything else I think.
I’ve come home with 6 bottles of various toiletries and so will at least be smelling like the Hotel du Vin for some time to come.
