Luckily, I got The Ridiculous over and done with when I discharged myself from my local hospital in south London.
Now it was time for The Sublime.
‘Good evening, madam, and welcome to the Princess Grace. If you would please take a seat for a few moments, someone will show you to your room.’
It really was a few moments, too.
A cheerful porter grabbed hold of my bags and swept me into a lift taking us two floors up to a pristine room overlooking St Marylebone church. When I say pristine, I mean pristine. Never mind eating your dinner off the floor. You could have eaten your dinner out of the loo if a white satin-effect ribbon had not been tied across the bowl. I made a mental note not to disturb it if at all possible because it just looked so nice.
They had done Michelin-inspired towel origami too.
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