After a gruelling afternoon shopping with my two maids of honour (lissa-lou and barbara), we have succeeded in finding shoes to pair with my dress! Yay! We thought a celebratory glass of champers was in order- but alas the Wolesely told us they did,kt have a bar licence (??), then we tried the Ritz, where we were turned away (no jeans or trainers policy), the Caviar House was closed, as were Hush and Nobu, and we didn't feel the cheesy bar we passed was quite up to par! So what is a girl to do? A true gentlemen to the rescue. Dear Claridges stepped up to the plate and soon we were ensconced in its soothing bar. A bottle of bubbly appeared, and we had some much overdue girl time.