The morning after the WLG moving-in party I wound up a doctor friend that her and her lawyer boyf’s antics for Just Dance 3 Autodance had been posted on YouTube. She was too gracious to refer to it immediately when she returned my message, but eventually admitted she’d been feeling rather sick at the thought that the video was out there. It took a bit of convincing that it had actually been deleted and her boyf emailed me later in the week to gently check. It was small payback for the fact that Kate made Hot Danish and I go next: how were we supposed to compete with those look-through-your-fingers moves? Surely my home-made pizzas – which gave a whole new meaning to ‘deep-pan’ – were embarrassing enough…

Later that day I brought Kate along to a friend’s birthday. A guy’s orgasm-like reaction when I said I work for WLL made Kate laugh aloud. Unfortunately, she had a mouthful of wine so those close to her took a shower. She went to the bathroom to hide until someone banged on the door.

During the week I bumped into TV Presenter at The Chelsea Ram re-launch. He clearly didn’t want to speak to me; he courteously said hello but needed to go to the bathroom to wash the messy (but good) canapés from his hands. It is probably not surprising since he had read the last blog about him although he had previously spotted me before I saw him on a street in Notting Hill and called after me (‘Call me,’ were his parting words).

I probably beat Kate’s faux pas of the week. At the launch of Jane Hornby’s What to Cook & How to Cook it: Fresh & Easy at Leiths, I introduced ‘Fiona’ to my friend. As I left, I said good-bye to ‘Fiona’. As soon as I walked out of the door (it took a couple of attempts as I nearly left with someone else’s coat instead of my own) I realised l had got the award-winning food writer Fran Warde’s name wrong (we’re even currently running a competition with her). Oof! She has since politely emailed me as if I hadn’t messed up at all, but I’m still cringing.

So what am I doing this Bank Holiday weekend? Taking it easy in an attempt to avoid all socially awkward situations…