On Saturday morning, we drove to the West country (Bristol) to go to a friend’s birthday party and while Steve and my brother Francois watched the rugby in the afternoon, I had a nice little time going to all my favourite boutiques in Clifton village including 18 – a gorgeous fashion shop, beautifully decorated with grey distressed floorboards, French antique furniture, mixing fashion labels from Paris, Belgium and Italy and fragrance from Miller Harris, accessories for the home from Daybirger and glassware from Henry Dean. Being slightly hungover on Sunday morning, I was very much looking forward to having breakfast at Bordeaux Quay, a place which I raved about two years ago when we were living in Bristol and where we – being creatures of habit – had brunch every weekend but Sunday was a real let-down… Francois & I ordered the egg benedict but the bacon was so salty that we couldn’t taste the Hollandaise sauce (which frankly is the best part about the egg benedict!) and the bagel (normally nicely toasted) was also …