This was very interesting: Mrs S versus Mrs W. Who would win the battle for glamour between the mothers of my friends VJ and JW?

While they fought it out I pushed past the servants setting tables in the dining room to hunt for my copy of Scotland the best. Eventually I found it, but by then the room had all closed in and the only way back to the others was through the hot fireplace and up the chimney. I was brave, proudly facing up to my claustrophobia as I squeezed past the grate.