As you loyal readers know, Michael and I have a habit of visiting places when they are closed, or some kind of renovation is going on… etc. My company sent me to Worthing for a few days to start up a project and I decided to visit Brighton, also know as London by the Sea. I have been wanting to go to Brighton for awhile now, so it has been a much anticipated journey.

I left the house at about 11:30am, thinking that the 1 1/2 journey would get me there by mid afternoon, and I would be able to wander around and see the sights. Unfortunately, as soon as I got to the underground station, I learned it was closed for planned repair work and that i would have to take a bus to the train station. What should have been a 10 minute journey turned into 1 hour, causing me to miss the 1:15 train by literally a few seconds – i watched it pull away from the platform. Sad. So I waited for the next one, and ended up arriving at the Worthing hotel a few minutes before 4pm. Not wanting to ruin the day, I decided to still make the trip over to Brighton, since it is just 10 miles away. The bus pulled into Brighton station at 4:58, and I watched as store after store locked their doors as I walked by. I guess the good news is, I didn’t spend any money. The “bad” news is that when I go back, the bank account will be emptied because they had the cutest baby stores!!!!

One of the reasons I have been wanting to go to Brighton is they have a well regarded vegetarian restaurant. So I decided that all was not lost, I would go to the restaurant, have a nice meal, and go home for a good night’s sleep. I got to the restaurant with no problems (an amazing feat for me, since I get lost going to the kitchen), only to be told that they are 100% booked, since it is MOTHER’S DAY!!!! I was so disappointed, and had totally forgotten that they celebrate the holiday 2 months early than we do. But, as any good child should on Mother’s Day, Baby Sutton came through for me (literally) as my big belly poked through my jacket. The Maitre’d  took pity on me and said that he didn’t realise that I am a Yummy Mummy (apparently the Brit term for a pregnant woman) and if I promised to vacate the table within 1 hour, he would find me a nice seat. Which he did. I ate well, and the disaster was averted. Happy Mother’s Day to me!