We have come away for a few days over the bank holiday. MIL and FIL refuse to pay any more than £30 a night for accommodation, so we ended up in the travelodge.
It is 4:30am and bloody awful. I can’t sleep on this rock solid bed, the pillow is like a sheet of metal and the bathroom reeks of urine mixed with bleach. Plus DH and DC all snorting and farting and snoring next to me in a tiny, crappy room that’s too hot for a duvet, too cold for no blanket at all.
As I lie here, shivering or swearing, all I can think is I want my bed. A lush massive, soft space I can actually sleep in!