There is no better place to spend your 39th (ouch!) birthday than in Brighton. And to celebrate my day the royal baby Prince George decided to put in an appearance!
My man treated me to three nights at my favourite boutique hotel (Hotel Una), which has fabulously stylish rooms and a stylish breakfast to match. We wandered around the vintage shops – no surprise there – and met up with my school and art college friends. I even ran along the seafront to millionaire’s row, an 8k round trip, but was most disappointed when Fat Boy Slim failed to invite me in for a much-needed glass of water. Next time eh Norman?