Door Men and Black Cabs.

I went to Hugh's and newly ringed up Girlie's party on Sat. It was held in London and so I had to stay in a hotel.

This. I. Love. Hotels....... all lovely linen and deep mattresses and the only thing to do in the room is nothing!!! No washing up... no cleaning... no "have to's"

I got there and the Door man took my bags from the Cabbie and then each time I went in and out of the hotel the Door man was there to hail cabs and light cigerettes and be jolly. He also, when I came back from shopping, wanted to know what I had bought (parental stylie) and was "it shoes??" (obviously it was!)

He walked me to the pub where the party was being held as
a. there was a mysterious absence of cabs.
b. he said it was close.
c. he was on a break and wanted a walk
d. he thought I would break my ankle walking alone in the shoes I was wearing!!

So, the two of us, Me, all shoes hair and chest and Him, all top hat and tails walked arm in arm to a pub. I felt like a princess!! (and it wasnt creepy or anything)

So, as well as having a lovely party and a fantastic hotel I now also love both Black Cabs and Door Men. My weekend wouldn't have been as perfect without them.

lybxx