Open the door, and you’re greeted by the trademark Premier Inn aesthetic: a harmonious symphony of beige, grey, and “I could sleep for a week.” The bed is less a piece of furniture and more a scientific miracle of sleep induction. I’m fairly sure it’s the same foam they use for NASA crash landings.
You’ll find a huge, wall-mounted telly that feels like it’s watching you. There’s also a desk, a kettle, and enough power sockets to plug in your phone, your partner’s phone, and a small toaster if you’re feeling rebellious. The bathroom is spotless, with a shower so powerful it could power a small turbine.
Surprising fact: Despite being above a bustling shopping centre, the soundproofing is legendary. You won’t hear the buzz of the Primark tills or the desperate cries of shoppers hunting for a parking spot. It’s like a sensory deprivation tank, but with free biscuits.
