I�m a hopeless romanticist. Being so has its ups and downs. But my wife says I�ve excelled beyond anyone�s wildest imagination with some of the ideas I�ve come up with over the years, all surprises for her � never knowing when, what, or where. In fact, the last trip was to the Ritz in Paris. She thought we were going to have a meal near the London Eye. Instead, I whisked her onto Eurostar for a three day excursion.
But the ultimate. �short-break� which I have dubbed as the �have I told you lately that I love you� surprises was on the Orient Express. She thought we were going shopping in Croydon�(as if!)..and when we got to Victoria Station I mentioned �Oh Look, there�s the Orient Express! Do you mind if we have a look? As I offered her my hand to step into the vestibule of the train, she said �I don�t think we should be doing this, we might get in trouble.� I told her we�d just have a brief peek then hop off. Someone immediately came up to us to ask if they could help. I then told the porter that we had reservations for our trip and pulled out the tickets.
My wife made me promise that we would never-ever do this trip again, because at no time could any trip be any more perfect! We did the champagne brunch trip to Bristol for the day, holding hands as we browsed antique shops, then a leisurely dinner on the way home. I booked a suite at the Covent Garden Hotel on Monmouth street and the following day we had a lovely luncheon at Mon Plasir, the famous French restaurant, directly across from the hotel. We even had time to get massages at Neil�s Yard, just on the other side of Monmouth. Continued on Part 2