Yesterday was a totes amazing wedding. And we’re not even hungover. Which, considering the sheer volume of champagne and gin we managed to imbibe last night, is nothing short of miraculous. We reckon it might have something to do with the amazing bed and brilliant breakfast we got at Saint Johns House. If you’ve ever cause to be in Staffordshire, you should definitely pay a visit – easily the best breakfast I’ve had outside of Charlestown.