It has been a rather harangued 24 hours. Yesterday from the wee hours, armed with a clipboard and a bag of shortbread, I was directing removal men, whilst simultaneousy trying to arrange the logistics of getting down to London for fashion's night out, and then booking flights for a weekend in the Vaterland plus locating missing boyfriend, last seen in Perthshire. And no, I don't have a Blackberry, I can manage very well without, Thank you. At 3, the removal men, having run out of 'witty' sexist gags, slunk off to watch the football, and exhausted and dusty, I came home to manically pack and finish my photoalbums for Vater and attempt once again to navigate university registration via 'online portal.' Surprise, surprise ALL my modules clash and every time I get to the final and 7th online step and click 'complete registration', the screen flashes up angrily 'ERROR! ERROR!'. I give up. What happened to the days when you could turn up, stand in a queue and fill out your name and address on a form and then get on with it? Sod it, I'm going to bed. But no, there is one more urgent task to be completed today. A 1000lb (well almost) sofa has to be carried into the house and up the narrow stairs. At 10pm. By 11, I'm back on Amazon, tracking down more french literature texts; I've given up looking for the 'correct' edition, now, anything will do, even if it's 30 years old. Click add to basket. Now, I can go to bed.

I feel like a holiday, so here are some photos from the Europe leg of my trip earlier this year. Enjoy the weekend.

Thermal baths in Budapest

Scenes around the Duomo, Florence

Positano, the Amalfi coast

Portici, Naples

The beach at Nice

Emotional Baggage

Excuse the lack of posting over the weekend, but I have been busy wrestling with black tights (imagine Anaconda in an east London bedroom) and a library of Vogue Paris back issues as i prepare to move home, gasp, back to the north. I will miss London, but will be back in no time I'm sure, and it's for the best, as my fragile credit history is beginning to suffer.

This is what packing looked like when I spent the same amount of time in New York two summers ago, when the dollar was high as a kite and us Brits thought the sales at Forever 21 would never end. I can assure you, somehow, impossibly, that yesterday, the suitcase situation was much grimmer than this. In two hours time I will emerge in Edinburgh wearing all the items I didn’t have space to pack, including a leopard coat and men’s riding boots. Luckily, I’ll coincide with the last dregs of the festival, so most of the soggy tourists won’t blink an eye.

And here are some more pictures from my 2007 NYC trip that I never had a chance to share before.

...including some rather dodgy Edie-inspired photobooth action aged 16;

back in the day when I had a mouth full of metal, my pout was well-practiced!