I’m playing catch up on my year with this blog. Never a dull moment when you come around to your resolution just a little late. The boat though, is never missed and I vow to chart this year’s adventures even if they may have happened in January. Ok, especially if they happened in January – because I never need an excuse to pen down my love affair with the beautiful city of Bath.
I wrung in the New Year in style. My family, by which I refer to my Grandma, Grandpa and Mum in this instance (who I grew up living with) have a tradition well-honoured by time. Each New Year’s Day, we’ll celebrate with a cosy pub lunch in the wilds of Oxfordshire. You get your fill of good food and have a little toast – it’s all total merriment and joviality. Not to mention, this sort of gathering sets you up beautifully for the rest of the day.
I’d had a good long think about how I wanted to spend the 1st day of January and who I wanted to spend it with. After next to no deliberation, I settled on treating mother dearest to a Christmas add-on, with love. Bath well and truly has my heart, as a city, I feel it marries together Oxford with London, Edinburgh and the Cotswolds – which is rather magical when you think about it. Not only is it especially literary, but, it’s also soaked in the regency – with enough cobbles and boutiques to keep any true connoisseur happy.
Speaking of hidden gems, I booked us in for a sleepover at Harrington’s Hotel. This townhouse address was tucked away very conveniently, down a little side road with Jolly’s department store a mere stone’s throw away. We’re talking prime location. Filled to the brim with quirky eccentricities and tell-tale britishness, this boutique residence was perfect and not too fussy. Our room was cosy and properly up in the eaves. Overnight, we ordered a room service supper of DELICIOUS homemade soup, warm ciabatta with real butter and two truly scrumptious bakewell slices.
Convival supper sorted, we watched Mrs Doubtfire – which, seeing this again aged 23, was all the more profound and informing. I wouldn’t really call myself a child of divorce, even though my parents just so happen to be divorced. Both have always been around and balanced it all out beautifully. That closing scene certainly resonated and I felt that so many years since the initial release of the film, the message held strong.
Oh, my dear Katie. You know, some parents, when they’re angry, they get along much better when they don’t live together. They don’t fight all the time, and they can become better people, and much better mummies and daddies for you. And sometimes they get back together. And sometimes they don’t, dear.
Today, it’s my mum’s 50th birthday. So, this little piece is very much dedicated to her. Always a delight and forever a giggle, I’m perfectly blessed by having the pleasure of being best friends with my mumsy.