January has always been my least favourite month. It’s freezing cold, alcohol-free (I’ve been doing Dry January since my Evening Standard days) and there are countless Christmas bills dropping through the letterbox. So in amongst chasing deadlines and picking fallen branches from the garden I decided to take 24 hours off and escape to London.
The trip was just the ticket. I managed to book a discounted room at The Hoxton (when it comes to price, decor, chic Shoreditch location and the friendliest staff it’s my favourite place to stay in the capital). I was thrilled to find that the rooms have recently had an even more stylish makeover. They were great before but now they boast wooden floors, desks you can actually work at, blissfully comfy leather armchairs and great lighting. I had to give myself a firm talking-to to make myself leave the room. I could easily have spent my precious day in London holed up there.