My husband and I snuggled down together in a bedroom that could have featured on the pages of a children’s storybook. The walls were papered with jolly seaside scenes, traditional toys were scattered on the floor, and ornamental mechanical soldiers, bunnies and the like performed at regular intervals from makeshift podiums on top of the wardrobe, chests of drawers, and book shelves.
Beneath us, next to the door, we could see Affenpinscher T, keeping a steady eye on us. We didn’t know, however, that two versions of my niece A was also sleeping in the room. The ten year-old was slumbering a pile of purple blankets by the wall, and the two year old was crawling everywhere – randomly.
When my mother walked through the door to tell us that it was time to get up we shooed her away. However, we did know that we couldn’t stay in bed all day.
We dressed and slipped down the step-less spiral staircase to the bar, where for breakfast there were cakes and mousses, all home made by JMH and ECM.