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The Sir Winston Churchill suite at the Hotel Windsor, if you don’t mind…

How’s this for a stroke of luck?

Last weekend was one of the few celebration days for my birthday (don’t ask!).  I decided that I would treat Daughter and I by having a sleepover at the 5-star Hotel Windsor in Melbourne. Onto to wotif.com I went, securing us a “Superior Room” with 2pm check out and 2 full buffet breakfasts. Excellent shopping.

Daughter and I then dawdled in around 4pm. The main man asked us to wait a moment, and then presented us with keys to a suite as our room wasn’t available! So we went in search…

Low and behold, we arrive at the stain-glass door of the Sir Winston Churchill suite. As the key did fit, and did work, we went in.

This was not your average Superior Room, oh no no no. It was an apartment, complete with lounge, dining, 2 bedrooms and bathroom with spa. We couldn’t believe our eyes.

As we had already planned to meet a few VBFs (very best friends) for drinks and dinner, we changed plans slightly and invited them for pre-going-out drinks in our room, without revealing the full extent of what they were also to experience. Suffice to say, they got as much of a surprise as we did.

I must say we all thoroughly enjoyed sitting around the dining room table sipping champagne and scoffing canapes!

What a way to be able to celebrate. What a way to be able to entertain good mates. What a way to lead into a delightful, albeit filling, teppenyaki dinner in Chinatown. What a way to do coffee and birthday cake upon return.  What a way to spoil yourself, because you can!

Given we were on a roll, we invited the family to come and join us Sunday morning for the full-buffet breakfast in the restaurant – 111 Spring St. They did and all was very pleasant. We of course invited them for coffee and cake upstairs, after breakfast was consumed and a little newspaper-reading was done. They too were chuffed once they settled in the leather chesterfield lounge suite! “We could all get used to this”.

Sadly, the time came to check out. As much as we resisted it, the clock ticked closer and closer towards 2pm. That was the time to turn back into mere mortals; ready to jump on the train at Parliament Station and head on home…

How ever that was arranged, I thank you!