London, I am in you.

London, please be seated, your queen has returned. I'm back where I started my career (I think thats what it is now) 3 months previously in my future home, London. This time I'm commuting from a different borough which means an overground train for me – what a treat! Cruising past the docks with The City beaming on the horizon I can only look in ore at my fellow commuters who make this journey 260 days a year, eyes glued to The Metro newspaper and coffee cup in a hand so rigid even the train drivers sudden slam on the brakes doesn't budge it.

A wise person once said “fail to prepare, prepare to fail” and so I planned my power last night, sticking with my camel power coat and, in an unintentional ode to my 15 year old; school girl self, evolving my look with a sexy pleather mini skirt and pointed ankle boots, layered with a classic white chiffon shirt and chunky knit jumper – lest my freezing cold, protruding nipples get me arrested!

I find this commute to be slightly shorter than my one of previous and make it to the Northbank offices with plenty of time to spare. I spot one of the magazines journos and the foyer and (praise the lord) she remembers me! Phew. It would have been pretty tragic if my day had begun with me saying with as much sass as an M.I.C cast member trying to cue jump a west-end club “don't you know who I am?” So I scoot into the office every bit the legit employee and return to my throne, or my desk for the next 5 days at any rate.

I find the general atmosphere to be a lot more welcoming (which could well have be a misconception of mine in the first place but hey ho), and I'm flattered that they all recognise and remember me. There's also another intern this week which at least means girl got herself a lunch buddy.

I feel a lot more comfortable in my own skin this week, I'm not afraid to cross the lava carpet (#primaryschoolmems) from my desk to theirs, especially when I'm armed with the sweets I bought in to sweeten any (non existent) frostiness.

The day is filled with fun tasks, firstly a hot or not list which I compile with a good mix of celebrity, trivia and topical news. Next (and this task I accept solemnly from the News Editor, during which verbal exchange we also share a small spot of banter together!) and a personal fave, scouring instagram for celeb selfies that look like emojis. There's also a spot of transcribing which seems to be perceived like Marmite in this industry – you either love it, or you hate it – mercifully, I love it!

I leave the office in high spirits, ready for tomorrow and determined to be unforgettable.