You know the drill with Premier Inn. The bed is a giant, fluffy cloud masquerading as a mattress. You will sleep like a cartoon character with Zzzs floating above your head. The blackout curtains are so thick, you’ll lose track of time. Is it 3pm or 3am? Who cares!
There’s a desk. You probably won’t use it. But it’s there, judging you. The bathroom is spotless, with a shower that goes from “mildly warm” to “volcanic” in one second. Pro tip: test the temperature with your elbow first. You’ve been warned.
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Here’s a funny fact: this hotel is built into what used to be a car park. Seriously. You’re sleeping where a Ford Fiesta once lived. Now it’s a sleek, modern hotel with a pub downstairs. That’s a glow-up if I’ve ever seen one.
The pub is called the Thomas Leaper. It’s attached to the hotel, so breakfast is a 20-second walk. No rain coats needed. The staff there are dangerously cheerful at 7am. They’ll remember your coffee order by day two. It’s a little unsettling, but mostly adorable.
Also: the lifts. They are speedy. I timed one. It took 4.3 seconds to get from floor 4 to the lobby. That’s faster than my morning commute. You’ll feel like a secret agent stepping out of it.
