My attempt to treat my wife to a relaxing spa weekend was a disaster.
As I’ve already recounted we were tired, late, I left the baby in the car and then we were falsely accused of flushing nappies down the hotel loo.
Could we rescue things on the Sunday? Of course not.
Our baby didn’t like being in an unfamiliar room and consequently none of us got much sleep. In the morning tempers were so short that you’d have needed an electron microscope to see them.
We were too exhausted to enjoy the hotel and had to deal with a grumpy baby (arguably my wife had to deal with two).
They were getting the afternoon train home while I stayed in town for a gig… Read the full story