Now, first pic above and subsequent until I tell you otherwise are taken in Harvey Nichols Department Store - 5th floor bar.
Mum has always wanted to go there, and even me printing off the list of cocktails, and allowing her to see the prices did not dissuade her. I bought her one and she bought me one - Grandad gave her some money to do this as a treat (he used to be a cocktail waiter - he won prizes for keeping Americans liquored up during the war
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We were not exactly blown away by the setting. It was dark and a bit 70s, and garish pleather. We decided we were too provincial to appreciate very expensive taste, because to us it had a whiff of porn! Still, much laughter and pleasure and sillyness, which was what the day was all about. She'll be in pre-op in about an hour, and if thinking about red and cream seats puts a smile on her face it is well worth it.
Mum had 2 Blonde Bombshells - champagne cocktails. A bit too sharp for me. I had a Lynchberg Lemonade which was glorious, and some frothy mandarin thing which was a cross between a cocktail and death by foam. All good fun.
Second pic is in the Ladies. I'm amusing myself with the idea of showing the photo to people i nyears to come and saying, "Look! That's me just having had a poo in Harvey Nicks!" I hadn't, but you can see my opinion of my own humour on myself. Two cocktails and I think I'm Phyllis Diller.