There's only one hotel within walking distance of the terminal at Stansted, and that's the Radisson Blu. We stayed there once before, pre-children. Nice hotel but sadly not Premier Inn prices. Still, we gritted our teeth and went to book, only to find they didn't have any family rooms - or, at least, none available. This left us with a dilemma - book a room for three or book a hotel further away. Now I've said this before but, when you've got an early flight and have to get up at stupid o'clock, the last thing you want to have to do is hang around outside the hotel or in the long-stay car park for a shuttle bus. Every fifteen minutes, my backside. And the hassle of getting four people's luggage on board is only eclipsed by the hassle of finding somewhere to put it - it's like a warped version of Tetris. Given the choice, it's much nicer just to walk across to the airport. A room for three it was, then. Would the hotel actually mind us having four people? We were the ones that would suffer, trying to squeeze an extra person in, and we would have booked a bigger room if we could. But in some hotels, such as the Formule 1 chain in France, they have signs explicitly stating no more than three people in a room - fire regulations or something. Oh well, better safe than sorry - time for Operation Sneak...
We've snuck a child in at the Gatwick Hilton a few times, but this was a new hotel for us in this regard. Unfortunately, when we got there, it was almost empty. The Hilton is always busy - you could sneak a giraffe in and no one would notice. But there were three empty reception desks at the Radisson and no one milling around. We briefly considered hiding Dylan in Lee's coat and pretending Lee was just really fat. Or maybe putting Dylan on Lee's shoulders with Lee's head hidden under his coat and Dylan's head sticking out, like in all the best slapstick films. Eventually we opted for me going in on my own. I checked us in ('A room for three people?' 'Oh yes!') and then went back outside to tell Lee our room number. Back in and through to our room I went with Dylan and our cases ('My husband's just sorting out the car...') and then Lee and Finn followed suit a few minutes later, walking nonchalantly and hoping no one asked them where they were going. Job done. Of course, every time we left the room and walked through reception, we did it separately and walked as quickly as possible. I'm sure we didn't look at all suspicious...
Unfortunately, as well as all the sneaking around, a room for three brings other problems - namely, the fact that it only sleeps three. After some bad experiences putting one of the boys in with us (how people co-sleep, I don't know - ouch!), we decided to top and tail them in the single bed. You can imagine how long it took them to get to sleep. And when one woke in the middle of the night, the other woke too, then they both spent an hour trying to get back to sleep, moaning that the other was kicking them. When they were asleep, they snored like 70-year-old men. As you can imagine, I didn't get a whole lot of sleep. Airport hotels may be a whole lot less stressful (and early) in the morning, but yet again I found myself wondering, when I was considering giving up and getting up at 2am, whether we should just save ourselves the bother and have the luxury of half a night's sleep at home in our own beds...!