Well folks, last night I threw my first ever proper grown up dinner party.  Despite my fears about giving my guests food poisoning (does turkey mince always smell so strange when cooked?), my brownies congealing at the bottom of the pan (the first time Delia has ever failed me), burning myself twice and some pre-dinner party email wars about the quality (or not) of the Sound of Music (it's a wonderful film)... I have to say that it went quite well.  And we now know that we can fit 12 people into our living room.  Have I started on the road to fulfilling my dream of becoming a domestic goddess?  Watch this space...