I'll take just a moment to recap, because nothing sucks more than hearing about a party that you didn't attend, but the weekend was huge fun. We all had entirely too much wine (14 bottles, not including the daquiris, beer, and Muscat with dessert) and got very little sleep (I am old. Going to bed at 3:30 takes it out of you.) Hangovers aside, everyone turned up Sunday morning in their p.j.s and we all sat on the deck in the sun, recovering and chilling.

I have photos.

Let's start the bidding at £1.

Alastair made a stunning amount of food - crudites, broad bean dip, bleu cheese dip (I made that one), his homemade pita breads, a stunning Beef Wellington, and his homemade bagels and a full-cooked breakfast on Sunday. The boy outdid himself.

As for the company - May and her husband H are charming and May has without question the best stories of family that I have ever heard in my life. I think we need to beg her to write a book based on them, it'll make Augusten Burroughs look like the Cleaver family.

BeeCee and her husband Mr. BTC? Fantastic. She's like the sister you never had and he's so funny, absolutely devoted to her, and the next time I see him I am stealing his glasses because I love the frames so much.

HFF is the woman you can tell everything to. She's the one you want to ring in a crisis or for help choosing wedding dresses. She got a night of sleep to herself (hooray!) and brought the biggest egg I've ever seen in my life. I'm wondering about the size of the chicken (Alastair says it's a goose egg. I'm sticking to my chicken-on-steroids story.)

Sometimes you meet some people that you get on with ok.

The bloggers and their husbands I met this weekend were not among them.

Instead, they were people I genuinely liked and would love to have them back.

(Although next time the men had better clean up after themselves. I mean, sure, we said it was ok for them to try on all of our ballgowns and such, but the least they could have done was hang the dresses back up after wearing them. Sheesh.)

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I have been wanting a chaise longue for ages. Ages. They're fairly expensive and I'm the only one in the family who's keen on them. I want one for the corner of our bedroom, where I have dreamy ideas of sitting on the longue and reading a book under a thick blanket on a winter's night. I've ben watching them on ebay for absolutely ages and last night I put in a lotsnipe bid on one nearby and went to bed. New ones go for a starting price of £400. This one was "gently used" and, after being beaten on other ones by bidders who went to £150 and up, I figured I would have to continue watching chaise longues.

This morning I found out the results.

Because this was a newbie ebayer, I won the chaise longue for the whopping price of £20.

Score.

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I've taken on board the comments that mu.nu is a vicious angry kid who won't let commenters play in the sandpit. Alastair and I are moving the site to a new server (and by "Alastair and I" I mean "Alastair" because I don't know my ass from my elbow in HTML land) and it's getting a new place to stay and a new look. We hope to have it up and running in a week, at which point your commenting should be problem free.

Hope that gives you incentive to leave a few!

-S.

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