I live in London, so obviously the best place to go on holiday for my birthday is...um...London. No BUT SERIOUSLY GUYS it was great. We did our favourite things in town, and then walked back to the Draycott and it only took twenty minutes. We could pretend we lived in the centre of the city, which is an impossibility for most people in the world (*the London housing market sucks emoji*), and also they left a teddy bear on our bed, and there was a working fireplace. If that ain't luxury, I don't wanna know what luxury is. I also really liked how all the rooms were named after old theatre superstars, and they put the name of the person staying on the door. But most of all I liked the shortbread and hot chocolate they serve everyday in the evening in the living room. That was some right ho' Jeeves shiz.