Once a year I used to book a days holiday and not tell anyone.
I’d supposedly go off to work but instead I’d go somewhere fabulous to eat on my tod. I was quite partial to Harvey Nics golden dining room, good food, excellent service.
So just me, a book and complete peace and quiet. A few hours only once year but true peace and quiet.
I only recently confessed to Mr SSOAP I used to do that. I expected him to be irritated because we don’t have any secrets and it wasn’t exactly a one off, I did it every year for donkeys, but he understood completely.
We had young children at the time, I was working two jobs and were building a business so if you were awake you were working.
I didn’t even watch a single television programme for about 10 years because it was sleep, work and repeat day after day after day.
That one day a year felt very much like the ultimate forbidden fruit and as grabbing some naughtiness goes I figured it wasn’t the worse thing in the world!
So yes I like eating on my own and will deliberately ride out by myself just for that.
However unlike Wombat theres no hiding or peace and quiet because a single woman on a motorcycle seems to be a magnet for people who want to know where you’ve come from, why you’re on your own (it appears I’m not supposed to be on my own

) and why I’m riding a motorbike!