It’s not Anouska‘s fault that I was so exhausted at this stage, or that my make-up had all but worn off (Ellie Balfe, I’ll have your head for recommending Mac’s Face & Body – believe ye me, it’s not for the oily-skinned among us), or that my skirt was a little less, um, less than I suspected it was . . . in any case:

Gold leather skirt (pig leather, if you’ll believe that) by Zara; crocodile T-shirt by Christopher Kane for Topshop; brown leather boots by Buffalo; leather-alike jacket by Zara. Hair, a great accident of my hairdresser that is being fixed by my next paycheque.

Adios, amigos!