On Wednesday we were at the Grosvenor Hotel and they put us in a room like you wouldn’t believe…it must have been a mistake! We opened that door, and wow …there was the biggest room you could ever imagine. There were bookshelves in there, sofas, dressers, two robes behind the bathroom door and a little fold up alarm clock on the side board. There was even a TV room, corridor and a bedroom. It was the size of my whole house!!

As the guy left us, he said “order room service if you want”…what do you mean if you want?!! Of course we want!! We want, we want!! So…we read, and then completely annihilated, the room service menu.

Yes, we ordered starter, main and dessert. Well, it would be rude not too! So, there was a knock at the door. I opened it (I was wearing my new robe) and this smartly dressed man (whose name was Robert) wheeled in the biggest trolley full of silver platters you’ve ever seen. He left it in the living room and me and Lagi proceeded to eat like the two over paid and over pampered spoilt little Greek fellas that we are.

As we were scoffing this gorgeous food and toasting each other every two minutes…like “here’s to you Mr Flatley” ….”no, no, no, here’s to you Mr Flatley”…there was a knock at the door.

I put down the diet coke I had, and went to open the door.

“Hello Mr Flatley, there seems to have been a small mix up with the rooms!!!”

Thankfully, there was a happy ending to the story. They let us finish the meal in the corridor of the 7th floor…