6am- Immediately thought I should change my alarm ring tone from Bloc Party "This is a brand new problem...a problem without..".

Between 6am and 7am I faffed, blow dried, painted, wrangled and ironed my way into an outfit somewhat suitable for my day.

7:40am Standing on the platform at the train station, looking around wondering where in god's name do all these rich, successful aftershave clad, court heeled men and women come from; as far as I was aware Kettering and the surrounding area was only home to alcoholics and people with 6 toes.

7:41am Train. Seat. Magazine from cover to cover.

9am: Walking along Oxford Street. Have become a bit of a pro on the Underground, zipping in and out of people, pushing the elderly and children out of the way as I go. (I kid.) Loving the hustle and bustle, it's taking my mind of the mess of butterfly carcasses that is my stomach.

9:15 Sat in the window of Pret with the hugest vat of morning tea and a chocolate brownie, watching everyone walking by. Don't think MH would approve of my choice of breakfast. :)

10am I was sat on a huge leather couch, the kind you would picture beforehand. The building is huge and I'm on the 6th floor.

The team, and A who is looking after me is lovely! Welcoming, wonderful and so much more relaxed than I ever expected. I was set to work on 7 pitches, 3 of them were picked as articles to be written, one per day.

The first I was set to was a piece on men's mascara. Tricky, sticky situation if not done properly!

By the end of the day I had been shown lots of photo shop tricks, written my first piece and generally familiarised myself with the office quirks and foibles..

I cannot wait for Monday morning, bring on 6am.