Right now, I’m sitting on my bed in a beautiful hotel, taking a rare moment to pause. I don’t usually travel away for work - I spend enough time away from the kids during the week as it is - but somehow, this has turned into the week of all the conferences.

Until lunchtime today, I genuinely thought this one was in London. I’d misread the venue as something like “Tottenham Court” and just assumed it was the usual central London setup. But no - it said Tortworth Court, which, as it turns out, is very much not in London. When I realised it was actually out in the countryside, I felt oddly relieved. It meant I could throw everything in the car - no faffing with tiny bags or rushing through train stations - and just drive.

I left around 4:45 this afternoon, and honestly, I was expecting the traffic to be a nightmare. But to my surprise, the roads were clear - no congestion, no stress. Just a peaceful drive and some much-needed time to decompress.

Now I’m here, and wow - it’s stunning. The hotel is set within the most beautiful grounds, and everything feels just a little more thoughtful, a little more peaceful. There’s a formal gala dinner happening tonight, with people all dressed up. You know, black tie and all that. I’ve decided to skip it - honestly, I can’t be bothered with the hassle of getting all dressed up. I’m far more in the mood for a quiet drink and some fresh air than a formal sit-down dinner in a ballgown. Maybe I’ll explore the gardens. Maybe I’ll just enjoy the quiet. Either way, I’m just going to chill tonight.

So far, the only person I’ve spoken to is Sue at reception - what an absolute gem. I think she thought I was lost (not wrong). When I mentioned I was here for the conference, she pointed to a map and patiently walked me through where everything was. Then she casually mentioned breakfast.

“Wait - breakfast’s included?” I asked, maybe a bit too excited. I’d packed a sad little emergency stash of bananas, a yoghurt, and a Go-Ahead bar, just in case. Sue laughed. “Of course it is. It wouldn’t be much of a conference without breakfast.”

Fair point.

We chatted a bit more, and she kindly showed me the way to my room. I nodded along like I totally understood the map… I did not. I think she clocked the blank look on my face, because she smiled and mentioned that reception is open 24 hours. I laughed and told her she’d probably be seeing me again soon - lost, confused, and asking for directions once more.