This was the morning i discovered what “towel mouth” really feels like. there was a second when i thought to myself, ‘I’m never drinking cheap wine again’ but there’s no point in giving myself false hope. we checked out of the hotel & embarked on a breakfast journey. Which was followed by a quick traditional hamley harry potter visit before we jumped on an early coach back home. It was the least we could do, seeing as it was daddy costa’s birthday & he wasn’t invited along on our london adventure. This is the journey home where sofia mistook my legs for pillows; never have i experienced such an uncomfortable three and a half hours.
