"During the war, the parties were rather rushed," Peggy admits. "No one ever knew how much time we had, so you'd always go and you'd never know when you might have to ship out or when the next attack would come. This is much better than those," she can strongly assure.

"How does mine compare?" she asks, even though she's probably only setting herself up for disappointment, given her request for things to be rather sedate.