I like silly and childish (or perhaps just nerdy) things. This week someone told me to go into Google maps and get directions from The Shire to Mordor, select walking as the option and note the message. It pleased me an absurd amount, as did my eldest Star Wars loving stepson getting excited about tomorrows date.

But sometimes it’s nice to have a bit of segregation. Not so much from children as teenagers. I like that Gloucester park has a distinct area for skateboarding; an area for wearing ones jeans around ones arse and where the pinnacle of sophistication is the correct application of false eyelashes. One reason why the husband and I frequent the pricier bars of our city is their appeal to old people. Ah the real log fire at The Fountain, the delights of board games at Cafe Rene and the charm of the Jacobean features at The Old Bell. Young people seem to focus on drink price, we think about atmosphere. But then maybe we don’t mind pricy drinks as we’re rarely out late. What with the being old.

This week we made a visit to The Screening Rooms in Cheltenham. It’s a branch of the Cineworld family but you pay more for tickets, get bigger seats (with table service) and it’s licensed. It’s a very grown up way to see a film (even if it is the latest offering from Marvel). I had an elderflower presse and some duck spring rolls. I sat back and had a completely uninterrupted view of the screen and enjoyed the film through complementary 3D glasses.

It’s hard to say exactly what is so different but there were no negatives. No noisy teenagers (you have to be over 18 to enter after 5pm), loads of leg room and massive seats. There was somewhere to put my handbag and my drink was served in a glass.

When I was younger I could never see the merit in spending money on hotel rooms instead preferring to spend it on food, drink and entertainment. Gradually I’ve started to appreciate the little touches you get in classier establishments such as the mini fridge which means I can enjoy a cold drink* after my afternoon... nap.

I can’t ever imagine justifying paying business class but then I never thought I’d see the value in expensive hotels and now I adore them. Drinking champagne in a private hot tub on my hen night was pretty damn fabulous and when my mum offered to get me a weekend break in a spa hotel with elegant restaurant for my upcoming 30th she kicked of a fantasy daydream that will last until September.

I think a lot of it harks back to the kids. Prior to 2009 everything about my life was adult orientated. Then children slowly encroached on my life, not just the big stuff but things like finding a bag of yoghurt covered raisons in my handbag when I reached to get out a business card. When we were renovating our house I was struck by the urge for my bedroom to be an adult only space. The loft conversion isn’t huge and the ensuite about as compact as they come but there are never any toys or tiny socks up there. The children knock before entering and understand it’s not for them.

I love the toys and tiny socks but they highlighted the desire for a bit of something that wasn’t about little people. The main bathroom has a wonderful big bath but it is surrounded by rubber ducks and often decorated with stick on letters. This amused me briefly in the beginning but now I seek escape as I sink into the bubbles.

My experience at The Screening Rooms really wasn’t so different to a regular cinema trip, just as (aside from the fact it’s a cube – like I said, tiny bathroom) a bath in the ensuite is particularly different to one in the main bathroom but it’s that carving of something that’s just for us. Us the couple and not just Daddy and Kay.

* I still tend to buy my drinks at corner shops. I’m still a Yorkshire lass after all! 

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