Like so many people my first port of call yesterday was the hairdresser.
It had been over 3 months since my last visit and my “ barnet’ was a mass of unruly curly and ends. Yet it in an odd way I felt more youthful too.
My hairdresser had coped with the lockdown well – in some ways its easier for single people – as he is – and more difficult for those in a strained relationship.
The floor of the salon was strewn with shorn locks.
I felt much the better afterwards.
I gave myself a treat in London by reserving a room at Claridges but it was partly force majeur as most hotels are not re-opening till May 17th.
There is a hairdressing connection as husband Ollie used to have his hair done by Ken there in the eighties.
I was shocked to learn that last year Ken died of covid.
Readers know how much store I put on first greeting.
There was a lady just inside the entrance who greeted me and then directed me to front desk. All was efficient.
I was given a tour of the restaurants and then conducted to my large room.
I particularly noted a spacious bathrooom and dressing room.
I was delighted in the bathroom to see my old Japanese friend – the toilet with hot water jets.
I deserve such luxury after months of lockdown of cooking, housework and deprivation of luxury.
I met an old friend and his son- my godson – at Hush for late lunch round the corner.
It’s USP is a huge open terrace thus it could open.
We were seated on the edge of the terrace in an alley, the only drawback being a biting wind.
The service was random. About 6 times as we were settling in, a waiter wanted our wine order but it did not end there as, once given, two more returned to ask again.
I was beginning to think one fancied me !!!!
My food (burrata and steamed stone bass) was quite delicious but there was a 45 minute gap between courses.
We were not bothered by time but I was getting hungry.
It’s not cheap especially the wine list where you would do well to find anything less than £50 but hey, it was in its own way a special occasion to be savoured.