The next day was proclaimed a day of pure indulgent shopping in Liverpool. We managed to shop until our feet hurt and we were drained of energy (even after me trying a shot of wheat grass – bleurgh)! We managed to find some great outfits (with that night in mind) and got a taxi back to the hotel. At this point whilst merrily taking my new top out of the carrier bag ready for the evening, I noticed to my dismay that they had left the security tag on… how totally annoying. I phoned the shop to find out that I had half an hour to get there before they closed, otherwise I was going out looking like I’d nicked the top I was wearing! The shop assistant helpfully suggested that a strong magnet may do the trick, but alas, I had forgotten to pack one of those. Two taxi fares later and the situation was eventually resolved – quite worrying for the shop in question why not one security alarm went off though…
We dined at Baby Cream that evening, yet another divine culinary treat as we watched the glamorous elite of Liverpool socialise below us. We thought it would be rude not to try every bar at Albert Dock, and then went back to an old favourite of ours – The Living Room in the city centre. Unfortunately we just couldn’t locate the place where everyone disappeared to at midnight and ended up in a nightclub where we walked in and doubled the numbers. In hindsight this was probably a good thing when considering the next morning’s hangover. It was such a great weekend and we shopped, ate, drank and chatted to excess.