Oh aye
I want to live in the Magic Faraway Tree in the Enchanted Forest.
In Moonface's room (technically a studio flat/ penthouse)
And no, I wouldn't let any old stranger use the slippery slip - I'm in bed, okay? With a hangover!
I would however, let Dwellars use it. And let them know when the land of parties came to the top of the tree. I suspect Enid Blyton didn't picture what a Cellar party would require though. Forget the buns and ginger beer love - a different sort of buns serving a different sort of beer!