Drinking cocktails in Harvey Nicks

Well this is the weekend in reverse. What a way to spend a Sunday lunchtime - drinking cockails in Harvey Nicks. Choosing from pages and pages of cocktail variations.... we were all very excitable - fortunately John, in his amazing shirt, and equally amazing socks, kept some sense of order and chivvied us into lunch. Such a delicious lunch, such a treat. I need to keep on the right side of John, I can think of something perfect to do with those socks - who knows Paul Smith might even approve.

Jane and Rose in Bath, Jane in her amazing coat and Rose fresh from the administations of Guiseppe - a serious charmer and an ace hairdresser.

This little street, just below the Royal Crescent contains a lovely range of tiny shops full of treasures - there are three of them below...

And finally Rose this one is for you as requested. We had a late breakfast in the Pump Rooms,, entertained by a wedding breakfast and a quartet playing beneath a vast chandelier. The `waters' are not for the fainthearted.

Please note I have not shown a single photograph of us looking like extra's for the Blair Witch Project - slathered in Jane's incredibly expensive face pack which meant we could not move our faces or talk for 15 minutes; I can entirely understand why John spent the night elswhere.