It’s time to climb out of the mire and into momentum – plans of travel, plans of mix-tapes, plans of lying down in a bed in a swish hotel where there are ponies near and red wine in a outstretched hand, with a book that has words that I don’t stumble over, in a space that doesn’t kneel on my chest too heavily, and plans of opening ears in a dark room where most people plant feet firmly, just swaying, and then the plan to buy some threads – some sweet trousers, winter boots, a Rodarte (Radarte) tee and some shoes. Lady shoes.

So, the weekend is all about sorting out a UK break in a lovely hotel, booking flights to Copenhagen and planning a trip to end all trips – I want to see the Northern Lights, so I will.

I want Ashish to ditch the spikes at Topshop and get back to pom poms and skeletons.

Rachel Proud is the lucky lady rocking the bones.

Like the clothes you wanted to wear when you were five only for grown-ups. Hmm, maybe semi grown-ups. I will always be looking for the skeleton tracksuit – I want to get buried in it.