Whats the worst that may happen on a romantic hotel stay?
As I held open the door of our room for Mrs Smith, I was confident this was the perfect room for our first weekend away. Except that there in our beautifully chic chamber were not one, but two beds. Yes, the hotel had given us a twin room. It was the last room available, so our only option was to combine the beds; but as I managed to enhance the evening by having too many nightcaps and falling asleep with my shoes on, perhaps we should have left them be. What’s the best that could happen? An upgrade! The hotel has made a mistake on your booking and the only other room available is, of course, the truly magnificent penthouse suite. It has its own separate elevator and 24-hour butler service, all compliments of the hotel. The owner of the hotel has also heard about the mix-up with the rooms and insists on giving you complimentary Cristal Champagne and front-row tickets to see Pavarotti in Rigoletto. Dream on, Andrew… Where should Mrs Smith book for maximum Brownie points? For a man-cen
