There's A Reason It's Called 'Premier' Inn (Review)

In the last year we've been more adventurous in our days out, extending the days to staying over in hotels and making weekends of our outings. As The Boy is getting older it's easier to do with less things to pack, particularly a travel cot!

Last Summer we ventured up to Manchester to see a recording of Justin's House for CBeebies, and a friend helped me to find accommodation as she knew the area well. She suggested Premier Inn and I initially turned my nose up, having a preconceived idea based on my inability to tell Travel Lodge and Premier Inn apart. However, I turned to my trusty Trip Advisor and was pleasantly surprised to find that the specific hotel has 5 stars on customer ratings. We checked in and discovered that the West Trafford hotel had two double beds in the room with plenty of space for The Boy's travel cot (which we still needed at the time). The room was spotless, the breakfast excellent and the housekeeping meticulous, with the lady who attended to our room making The Boy's travel cot up each day and arranging Oliver Monkey in different positions each day!

This was when my little 'love affair' with Premier Inns started. Since then we've stayed there to go to In The Night Garden in April, Silverstone, LolliBop and Thomas Days Out in August, and a fortnight ago on our way down to Coombe Mill. In between Thomas and Coombe Mill we ventured down to Southampton to see how Peppa Pig World is doing a year and a half after it first opened, and stayed in the Southampton West Quay hotel courtesy of Premier Inn.

We arrived at 11pm on a Thursday evening, having found the hotel very easily using sat-nav. Surprisingly there isn't a car park attached to the hotel, so in the interim while we checked in we left the car in the staff car park. I'm going to come back to the car park situation later.

Check in was via one of the new automated machines and incredibly simple: type in your last name, confirm your stay and it prints the receipt, encodes the room keys and pops them out for you to use. The whole thing took less than a minute, very efficient and easy to do, albeit lacking the personal touch I felt.

family hotel rooms
The family room is as comfortable and familiar as the spare room at your mum and dad's. I find the rooms reassuring in their facilities, layout and comfort. Every room is meticulously clean and tidy, beds are firm and comfortable, the bedding is thick cotton, the bathroom is spotless and the towels are fluffy. Add to that the bonus that the storage unit offers a place for luggage, shoes and hanging clothes, and also has a vanity mirror, hairdryer, kettle, and a flat-screen television.

family hotel rooms
In a family room, Premier Inn turn the sofa into a proper single divan bed by removing the backrest and making it up as normal. The Boy sleeps brilliantly on it, so much so that every time he's woken up in one of Premier Inn's beds, it's been later than at home (I have considered moving in permanently, but I'd still have to pay the mortgage here!). As an aside, when we stayed in the Slough hotel in April I wasn't sure if The Boy would need a travel cot or a bed so booked both; the travel cot was made up beautifully in the corner of the room and there was plenty of space for us.

We usually have the breakfasts in Premier Inn, and this stay was no exception. Often in the hotels there is the option for a continental breakfast for approximately £5.00 or a Premier breakfast (including the continental and hot breakfast buffet) for £8.25 per adult. Children eat free for every adult booking a premier breakfast. The continental breakfast range is excellent including approximately eight cereals, Yeo Valley yoghurts, fruit, croissants, crumpets, toast, preserves, hot drinks, juices and the full quota of milk. The hot buffet includes scrambled eggs, fried eggs, hash browns, bacon, sausages, tomatoes, mushrooms, baked beans and they can also prepare poached eggs, omlettes and vegetarian sausages to order.

family hotel rooms

Premier Inn stays are stress-free and enjoyable, we all like staying there which is why we keep going back. The prices of the rooms can vary depending upon the location but typically a family room costs between £55-75 which is excellent value for money.

When it comes to the Southampton West Quay hotel I have mixed feelings. It's a modern hotel with air conditioning and plenty of facilities. Central to the harbours for cruises, seven miles from Peppa Pig World and a few more from Marwell Zoo, it's a good place to stay if you're seeing sites in the area. Unfortunately, I can't get over the parking issue, especially as we have a young child.

The lack of car park for guests is a problem. Parking options in this specific hotel are two nearby multi-storey car parks. At the time of night that we arrived both had closed at 9-10pm. The nearest car park was an open-air one in a retail park, a ten minute walk away. I refused to park there and yes I admittedly pulled the review card to get us a space in the staff car park overnight. Had I not been reviewing, I probably would have demanded a parking space there anyway; I've got a young child and it is not practical to lug him and all his belongings from a multi-storey car park. I also resent paying for parking when staying in a hotel. The area of the car park is plenty big enough for around thirty-forty cars as there is a big grassy section doing nothing apart from looking green. This is the only negative about this hotel.

If anyone else is looking to book a Peppa Pig World short break then I would definitely recommend Premier Inn, but I would probably suggest Southampton West which is only one mile from the park and has on-site parking.

I was provided with two nights accommodation and breakfast for the purpose of this review. My opinion is honest and unbiased regardless of this fact, because I really do love Premier Inn.

Marshmallow Madness (Giveaway)

A few months ago (six to be precise) I was sent a cookbook on how to make marshmallows. As I am a little big of a gannet-gob when it comes to marshmallows, I jumped at the chance to find out how to make them. Unfortunately it's taken me until now to review it because I don't review items without trying them out first (otherwise it's a press release and I'm not a magazine) and I've had great difficulty finding pectin to use as opposed to the traditional gelatine; being a vegetarian I do try and avoid gelatine where possible, especially in my own cooking. Last weekend I found some (in an Asda I don't normally visit. Asda of all places!) and set to follow one of the yummy recipes.

Marshmallow Madness by Shauna Sever is a very attractive recipe book with intriguing marshmallow recipe beautifully written up and photographed.

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Sponsored Video: Pressing It Just Like Your Mum

I am currently ignoring the gargantuam monstrosity to my left.

It's calling me as I'm sat here at the dining table and I can smell it. Behind me are more items which are feed for it, there are some in the living room too. I can smell them before I can see them, and they're calling me to merge them all together. But if I do that then… then it will be the same height as the dining table and I don't think I could bear that!

I think you know what I'm talking about dear reader, I think you can tell. Especially you at the back there hiding behind the steam!

Ironing!

Every single week I have good intentions to get the pile done before bed on Sunday night, and every single week it's still there on Tuesday evening when I'm pulling my clothes out to iron for work the next day. Mr. TBaM is no good either despite offering; he spends ten minutes on a pair of trousers which I could have ironed in less than two minutes! I'm also incredibly fussy about the way things are ironed and, more so, folded. One of my greatest pet hates is clothes folded more times than necessary because it means they'll need doing again!

The thing that I hate ironing the most?

Fitted sheets! Pure evil!

The iron-y (ha, get it?!) is that once I start then I enjoy pressing the wrinkles out of our clothes, smelling the hot cotton fragranced with Ecover conditioner. My mum showed me how to iron in my early teens, around the time Mr. TBaM's mother showed him, and I picked up her tips very quickly, adding to them and perfecting my technique. And it's also an incredibly rewarding task, albeit as boring as that episode of Peppa Pig I've seen eleventy billion times!

If I had a steam generator iron then I dare say it would be a lot quicker and easier to get the monster tamed. Over on the Tefal Facebook page at the moment, there is an opportunity to win a steam generator iron just by sharing the way your mum irons. Tefal want to hear all about your mum's little ironing quirks and oddities, visit the Tefal website for more information.

And watch this, because it's funny.

This post has been sponsored by Tefal, but all witterings are my own. As usual.

Panic: Teetering On The Precipice Of Hysteria

This morning I had a panic attack.

I'm not talking about mildly freaking out here; I mean full on anxiety which immobilised my body, compressed my lungs to the size of peas, tilted my entire stomach contents upside down and dropped my body temperature so that I was freezing cold and shaking. I was only just managing to hold back tears, and that was because there was a child in the room whom I didn't want to frighten, but his father's worried glances showed that he had spotted my mood.

What had happened and where was I?

In the dentist's waiting room.

I knew this appointment was going to happen and I knew the course of treatment that I needed; the potential of a root canal surgery that I could feel happening (due to my inability to have adrenalin) meant that I was visualising all sorts of negative outcomes. All rationality of needing to have treatment to prevent pain had vacated my body because for those ten minutes I couldn't breathe properly and I couldn't stop shaking.

Luckily I had sufficient 3G reception on my phone to load up twitter and call on Dawn for help. The angel that she is talked me down from the precipice of the black-hole of hysteria that I was teetering into, and back into safety, with her relaxation and calming techniques.

I managed to regain enough control to stand when called, and walk out into the corridor down to the room. Unfortunately when the dentist looked at me, I burst into tears. He handed me a glass of water, which I could just about drink, and calmly and kindly told me to just breathe for a few minutes. I closed my eyes, remembered the breathing and colour technique that Dawn had talked me through and was able to get into the chair for him to check my teeth weren't going to disintegrate before I left without any treatment having been performed.

Now imagine that reaction standing on a tube station platform in London ninety minutes before you need to go and meet 499 other bloggers for a conference?

That time I had no wifi, no 3G reception and no Dawn. I dissolved into a sobbing heap on my husband who was struggling to carry suitcases and control the pushchair. The cause that time was the unknown: the people, the place, how to get to the hotel, The Boy's safety, you name it and it was beating me down into a whimpering mess who couldn't even breathe.

I don't like feeling like this. It's not me. Always a practical person who finds a solution and 'just deals with it', I struggle to cope with this overwhelming sense to run and hide. I need a solution to conquer this irrational behaviour and for me it seems to be someone talking me through it in a calm manner giving me the ability to manage the influx of emotions and adrenalin.

Meet Dawn…

Yes, it's an MP3 player

That little silver box which measures approximately 1 inch² contains Dawn's voice and two tracks. One provides you with a few techniques to listen to and follow which can help you regain your composure and ability to function during an anxiety attack. The other track is a seven minute relaxation track which can be listened to if the pressure is getting too much.

I've had this MP3 player for a few weeks now and stupidly didn't grab it from my other handbag when I was rushing out the door this morning. I should have done, because with that I'd have been able to have my dental treatment. It's helped me out with other anxious moments, even when I've had The Boy with me.

Dawn is one of the first people I followed on twitter two years ago, and I have followed her journey as she has become a cognitive hypnotherapist. Aside from having always been an incredibly supportive person, she's also clever. Clever people realise the way in which the world is run nowadays, and as such she has adapted her therapy style to overcome geographical difficulties. She lives in Scotland, I live in south Wales. Yet through the use of the Pocket Panic Buster I can hear her voice and be brought back to normality in an instant.

Following our session on twitter earlier we decided that I'll need some actual real-time therapy, and as I'm not about to hop onto a plane to Dundee anytime soon, we're going to be using Facetime or Skype to talk through the specific issues that I have surrounding the dentist, and come up with a way to combat the inability to function.

The Panic Pocket Buster MP3 player is available from Think It, Change It for the bargain price of £10 (for a limited time) and as it fits into a jeans' pocket or handbag, there's no reason to not have it with you all the time. Dawn also offers personalised online therapy sessions via Skype or Facetime.

There are two reasons why I recommend Think It, Change ItOne is the remote therapy, but the biggest for me is Dawn herself; her compassion, understanding and most importantly her voice.

I was sent the MP3 player for review. My opinions are honest and unbiased. My anxiety attacks are real. They are not something I would normally share as it's something personal to me, but I do believe in this product and wanted to share my real-life experience to help others, not just to sell a product.

Sunday 23rd September 2012 – 'Conker Hunting' (267/366)

It has been wet and windy today, but we've all had headaches all day long so we donned wellies and macs (or a bright red shiny suit in The Boy's case) and went conker hunting. My theory was that most children wouldn't have been out because it was foul but the wind would have blown them down. I was partly correct as the opened conker cases showed us.

How To Make A Play Kitchen

I've always wanted a wooden play kitchen for The Boy, but they're incredibly pricey and we just don't have the space for one. It's such a shame because I know he'd love one and would spend hours pretending to cook on it, just as we do in real life. But I can't magic more space or money so unfortunately, I had resigned myself to no cooker for him.

And then I saw a tweet from @Scrapbookerry showing a Pinterest idea she'd seen to use a side table and turn it into a play kitchen. The idea originally came from a site called Ikea Hackers. So I repinned the idea on Pinterest, and in my brain, and we set off for the car boot sale to sell our unwanted treasures. After we'd packed up, we wondered around and with my beady eyes, I managed to spot this little gem, which I bargained the guy down to £3 for!

How to make a play kitchen

As there was no time like the present, we nipped over to the nearest DIY store and bought some white paint, a row of hooks and some knobs.

The next step was to sand it all over to remove the top layer of the black paint and smooth any sharp edges. Then to start on the many coats of white paint (four in total) I needed to cover the black.

how to make a play kitchen

Next I measured out and drew four circles on the top of the cupboard to make four cooker rings. These were painted black with a silver ring around the outside of them.

The door was removed, a plastic plate used to draw around and my husband cut out that shape from the door. I sanded the edges, painted both sides of the door, and then used masking tape to edge a piece of perspex we had lying around, and superglued it onto the inside of the door.

Finally my husband drilled five holes along the front to attach the knobs that I had painted silver, and screwed the hook unit onto the side of the cupboard.

Cost:

  • table – £3
  • paint – £8
  • knobs – £4
  • hooks – £4
    • Total = £19

    DIY play kitchen

I bought the saucepans & utensils for £14.

Me and My Shadow

366 #38

Here we go, it's day 266 of the 366 project and that leaves us with the start of the double-figure countdown as from tomorrow. The end is in sight people, keep snapping away!

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Saturday 22nd September 2012 – 'Reward' (266/366)

Today I dragged both of the boys into Cardiff to scour the shops for something for the MADs next weekend. It was hell on Earth and after I'd spent an hour in Evans failing to find something but buying several things anyway, we all needed a Starbucks. My poor Boy was exhausted!

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