Last Thursday Brig, Rachel and I played truant from work, spending the day in the grounds of the magnificent Marble Hill House in Twickenham at the annual House Festival, organised by Soho House for its members and guests. Tickets sell out each year in minutes, but I managed to snag a couple through judicious use of the refresh button, and was also kindly invited by my friends at The Hoxton Hotel to join them in their festive tent.
We did have a splendid day: the ticket price was all inclusive and covered ALL food and ALL drink ALL day. Pizza East, Dirty Burger, the House chefs, Rainbo Gyoza, taco trucks, ice cream stands, fruit stalls, sweetie purveyors, Belazu olives, Paxton & Whitfield cheese and more…we worked our way through the lot.
I particularly enjoyed the dodgems, whizzing a long-suffering Rach around like a loon. (I forced her to come on with me: dodgems are my absolute all time favourite fairground ride, and I am surprisingly good at driving them – I even managed a backwards 360 spinning evasive manoeuvre this time.)
After a day of Grey Goose cocktails, candy floss and lobster rolls, Rach and I dropped Brig off, and headed to High Road House for the after party. Suffice to say that we danced for three hours straight, fuelled only by Champagne and espresso martinis.
We danced so much that by the time we AdLee’d it home at 3pm, I had already hit 8500 steps on my FitBit pedometer – 10 000 is the daily target. The next morning I felt as though I had trained with British Military Fitness.
Best. Exercise. Ever.