Due to our car being in the shop in the capital, my husband had to fly back home, take his "exam" and then we flew out that afternoon again to the capital. We met some great friends for dinner, slept over in a guesthouse, and then flew out the next day. The trip itself was non-eventful, except for running into some friends unexpectedly at the airport. Our kids played together and the adults chatted the time away as we waited for our flights. Twelve hours in the air is not always easy, but with individual TV sets, and amazing children that sleep for the majority of the flight, it went as smoothly as could be anticipated.

Once we arrived at the venue of my husband's conference, we were delighted to see that we had been set up in a suite! Two bedrooms, two bathrooms, a kitchen, living room area and dining area. We were disappointed, however, to find out that my husband would actually be spending a majority of his time on the other site. Charlie and Lola are often in bed by 8 p.m. Once they are in bed, I would be stuck in our room, alone, while my husband had all the fun of hob-knobbing (that's an official term, by the way). Sensing my sadness, and also hearing that there were suites available at the main hotel site, my husband set on his mission to negotiate our way over. Enquiring about the possibility, he learned that there was just one suite left: the presidential suite. The dream seemed to have been squelched. "Do you want to take a look at it?" the kind employee asked. "Sure. Why not."

And that, my friends, is how I ended up spending a number of beautiful days in the presidential suite, complete with jet tub overlooking the golf course, and access to the Club Room.

I told you I was spoiled.