I feel like I can never find the time to blog anymore now that work is taking up so much of my time but needs must!
Over the past weekend, I travelled down to Littlehampton right on the southern coast of the country to celebrate Ollie’s birthday and spend some much needed quality time with him and R&R for myself. After a few weeks of planning and months of thinking on what I could do to make his day special, I decided that we were to stay in a hotel in London, go for drinks, celebrate with champagne and top the night off with fine dining on a fancy rooftop restaurant. I mean, if you’re gonna do it, you have to go all out at least once!
It all started at my 21st birthday when he gave me literally the most amazing and thoughtful gift ever: A box filled with envelopes which were labelled with things such as “Open when you need to relax and chill, when you’ve ran out of cigarettes, when i’ve left, when you’re angry with me” kinda things. Two of which were linked to other presents, the first was for when I needed to “relax and chill” which instructed me to open present number 2: A box filled with candles, bubble bath, chocolate and a can of vodka cranberry (my favourite). Later that night, I definitely needed to both relax and chill so I drew myself a bath, engulfed the bathroom with candles and ate chocolate. Whilst bathing in my own filth, I lost myself deep in thought thinking about how this guy who I met just short of a year ago has always looked after me, and even when we’re hundreds of miles apart, he continues.
So following on from his birthday presents and treating me for dinner, I was absolutely baffled wondering how I could top it and make sure he felt looked after for once, rather than me. To return the favour, I booked us into a hotel in Battersea called Hotel Rafayel on the Left Bank, which was pretty fancy for us.
Outside the hotel
The champagne was waiting for us upon arrival
That was the hotel sorted, now where do I find somewhere special to eat where I know it’ll be a night to remember… Of course! THE SHARD. To be honest, I thought about that about two months before I had even thought about the hotel or anything like that, so I thought to book a table, surely they won’t be fully booked this far in advance. Alas, I was proved wrong.
After just a couple of google searches looking for restaurants atop buildings or higher up so we could have a view of London, I came across The Madison, which on Google, looked pretty up market but also casual enough so we won’t be greeted by snooty hosts on arrival. So I called them up and arranged a few things to make it that bit more unique, they asked for the birthday boys name and how old he was gonna be. If i’m quite honest, I swear to God I just thought they were being nosey but whatever, I put the phone down and that was that.
Hotel and dinner sorted, now what can we do in the day whilst we have time in London… That’s right, you guessed it(?) – The London Eye of course! In the same taste as the hotel and dinner, the extra mile has to be done. Stupidly I thought that a private capsule wouldn’t be that expensive… After spitting out my tea, I went with the “champagne experience” instead, which (thank fuck) came with a fast track pass. It’s definitely not about queueing for longer than you actually spend on the bloody thing!
Taking all this into account, I felt like I had finally achieved what hopefully would be a perfect day out for us both that would be one to remember and for just once, I wanted to make him feel like he was special too, like we were both always looking after one-another. After all, isn’t that how relationships should be?
A couple of weeks went by and the weekend finally came, I was prepared with my posh clothes, scuffed up shoes and my determination. All went to plan, we got a free upgrade to a 2 bedroom apartment near the top floor and after our half hour on the London Eye, we decided to head down to Soho (as i’ve never been there before) and have a few drinks, slowly making our way around the (ridiculously expensive) bars. Feeling mildly tipsy and extremely impressed with what London had to offer us so far, we got our 5th Uber taxi of the day and made our way to The Madison for the pièce de résistance.
Drinks at Jewel by Picadilly Circus
We turned up at the restaurant upon the rooftop which was filled with people and a few other bars. Whilst walking over, the pair of us kept looking around sort of in disbelief that we were here, amidst suited up Londoners drinking champagne in our non-designer labels and a strong desire to eat. All was amazing and further topped off by a dessert with “Happy 23rd Birthday Ollie” written in chocolate and a singing waiter who sung happy birthday in a very much Whitney Houston fashion. (It was amazing).
After dinner, we got in our final Uber of the night and headed back to our hotel both famished and shattered after the day. All in all, I’d say it was a success and I just hoped that he felt the way I do everyday: Cared for, loved and complete.
Throughout it all, working nearly 40 hours a week and saving up money, the pair of us still found the time to talk everyday and I found the time to organise his birthday. We’re all busy people, no matter what we do, we have shit to do about our day but we all need to find the time to make those that matter to us, feel like they matter to us. Find the time for them and they’ll find the time for you.