It has been SOME week. Trying to keep up with work and stopping my flat disappearing under a pile of laundry, boxes and recycling, whilst trying not to snooze every time I pass my sofa, has been a challenge.

There have been dogs in my kitchen. There has also been a dog that went to sleep at the end of my bed, and woke up here. How does that happen, please?

There have been a lot of meetings, and a few minutes in the sun outside Dean Street Townhouse.

I had lunch with Baby Tate at Zara in South End Green, Hampstead. Oh, and her mother Ayla came along too.

As my friend Alex said when he saw Baby Tate’s photo on Instagram: “Omggggg. And that’s normally reserved for Balenciaga and dogs in teacups.”

There was a beautiful new bag just in time for London Fashion Week, courtesy of Russell & Bromley:

and some Ancient Greek Sandals

I got sent flowers from Scarlet & Violet.

I took lil’sis to ExCel for the Paralympics sessions. We caught a Wheelchair Fencing match, and were lucky enough to catch Team GB vs Iran in the quarterfinals of the Sitting Volleyball. To show her gratitude, Lil’sis ran over my feet with her borrowed Mobility scooter.

I’m playing with this. Truly it was love at first sight:

I ate ALL the mozzarella that Clare bought me back from Naples:

And got inspired by Diana Henry’s new book:

I got my roots re-blonded  at Jo Hansford in honour of Fashion’s Night Out.

And customised a Coach Legacy Duffle for the Fashion’s Night Out party that I co-hosted at the Bond Street store.

And, if it wasn’t for Nespresso shots & M&S shortbread petticoat tails, I would have never got through this week: