The gathering of buggering bloggers on Saturday was a huge success. It felt like a cross between Peters Friends, Bright Young Things and Gosford Park. All the ingredients were there for an X rated Merchant and Ivory movie: Stately country home, Lord and Lady of the Manor, ‘below stairs’ shenanigans, spinsters and cowardly gentlemen, a tragic death, copious amounts of food, drugs (the liquid variety, though I’m sure I saw the maid with a bottle of poppers up her beak while warming some wholemeal pittas), foreigners with fussy customs, fashion-challenged fairies, high jinks with a cauldron, spells, breasts, bulges and bare feet. It was a party with a capital pee. You simply had to be there darling (it took me hours to get the grass seeds out of my wig).