So by the time we got to the suite (after going in the lift with the purple lighting) I was a bubble of excitement. I practically hopped, skipped and jumped down the corridor and I opened the door to the suite like one of those people on the home make over shows, then squealed with excitement...yep even more purple - but classy and sexy.
What could be more indulgent that drinking champagne, wearing fluffy white bath robes, eating chocolate dipped strawberries on yet another velvet purple (although this one was probably more mauve) chair at 4 o'clock in the afternoon??? I couldn't help but feel emotional.
We had yet more champagne at the restaurant -which at 34 storeys high gave us fabulous views of Liverpool (never been in a lift for so long!!) The table was even "heated" to stop the food from going cold.
More champagne for breakfast, which was delivered in individual hampers and full of delicious goodies. I honestly felt like I'd won the lottery, or was some famous rockstar. Oh how the other half live! It already feels like one delish dream, but it was the best dream ever and my hubby is a total star (although he said it was definately pizza hut for our next anniversary, think his credit cards taken a bit of a dent!!)