I'm almost a pretentious London Hipster!

Day 3 as an #almostauthenticlondoner. Current mood: cold. My camel coat may make me feel like Joseph when he puts on his amazing technicolour dream coat but at £29.99 from New Look I have finally discovered just what I have forgone in price: warmth. In the current sub-zero temperatures I feel like I'm wearing Hazza P's coat of invisibility. Needless to say I'm pining for my vintage sheepskin coat that I left, along with my social life, in Carlisle. I've swapped my pleather skirt for black skinnies today meaning I now look less Miss A N Other banker and more like a proper journo. Fake it till you make it, eh?

I arrive in the office and relax into my [*smirking emoji*] desk, hitting up twitter and instagram straight away to discover which fame hungry z listers have been stirring up controversy over night. It doesn't take me long to stumble across a cheeky Geordie being, well, cheeky – a perfect news lead. I slip into conversation and they love it, so much so I'm pretty sure they actually use it for a story – can I get an ooh ooh.

My task today is transcribing which, in a cruel twist of fate, almost results in me ruining my career before it had even started. I press fast forward on the Dictaphone a little too zealously and much to my horror the recording dissapears. Cue inward hysteria and silent prays to God. I sit for a good 10 minutes searching through the Dictaphone whilst my head plays out a scenario in which I have to reveal to the team I had lost they're most important interview, then leaving never able to pursue a career in journalism. Thankfully my prayers are answered I find the recording! Praise the Lord! I felt like Scrooge on Christmas morning, accept sweatier.

The whole almost jepodising my career moment put me off the day a bit and I felt a huge sense of freedom when the clock strikes 4pm and I hot foot it to London Bridge just in time to catch the sunset. Like the almost pretentious London hipster that I now believe myself to be, I mooch around Borough Market sipping on hot apple and ginger tea before catching the London Clipper. I watch the city skyline, lit up on the night sky, dissapear into the horizon and fall in love with my future home all over again.