Here! What about that fog, but!? I promise you all, I am not going to wax lyrical on the weather - I tried that months ago and got Twitter trolled and by trolled I mean one guy cheekily tweeted me, I replied and he ended up following me.

Take it where you can get it and all that. I'm talking about that big bloody fog that's been blighting Blighty this week! I am a survivor of Fog-Gate 2015, flights were being cancelled, delayed or rescheduled. I was stranded at Heathrow airport for eight hours waiting to get back up the road, which equated to me being blind drunk by the time I actually got on the plane. What else is there to do at an airport?

The wonderful British Airways bumped me from my intended flight at 1pm and said I would be compensated and booked onto a later flight. I thought compensation would be a food voucher for Burger King, but oh no.

Not my beloved BA. I was raised to believe that talking about money is uncouth, so shan't go into details, but let's just say my eight hour wait had me coming home with a belter of a discount on a Mulberry bag that I'd been coveting for quite some time.

I saw a business opportunity and I jumped at it. My Mulberry collection is ever growing, I already have a lovely chocolate brown leather bag that I use for work. I call her Miss Mulberry. The latest addition is her big sister, Weekend Wendy - I think we're all going to be very happy together. 

I bolted to London for my penultimate weekend of freedom before panto gets me good and proper. The fact that it was Halloween weekend totally passed me by.

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Halloween is a funny one for me - I adore seeing ingenuity and folk being very clever and funny in their outfit choices. I am inherently lazy and opt for a drawn on set of whiskers with an eye brow pencil. I've been known to whisker it up of a weekend just for the sheer hell of it, Halloween or not. I'm like, pure totes crazy, so I am.

Babies, pets or cute family dress ups I can 100% get behind, but scantily clad (I really want to use the colloquial term for that) men and women of the world, when did Halloween become a metaphor for nakedness? Did I miss that memo? Maybe it went straight into my spam folder or something, but Halloween falls onOctober 31 every single year. It is cold.

I don't even care that I sound like an old lady, cover yourselves up. I'm all for freedom of expression, really I am. Tight torsos, buns of steel; marvellous. Well done you. Get them paraded. However, we do live in Scotland and it is freezing! Frostbite is not sexy. Less is more and by that I mean, show me humour in your costume rather than a strip of faux fur over your groin area and calling yourself a sexy caveman/woman. There. I said it. My pal Rachel Napier and I gave a nod to The Bay City Rollers with our coincidental tartan scarves as we walked around Notting Hill flying the flag for Scots in London. October calls for a scarf, take note Halloween floozies! 

My timing for being in London was incredibly fortuitous because my dear friends Kahleen Crawford and Steven Cree just got engaged and I was one of the first on hand to be there and help them celebrate! I've mentioned Kahleen before, she is a casting director extraordinaire and one of my most favourite people in life. Her husband to be, Steven is a wonderful film and theatre actor and fans of the American TV show, Outlander will have seen him recently playing the character of Ian Murray. I am so thrilled for them both, two gorgeous pals who deserve all of the happiness in the world. Our engagement/Halloween celebrations were spent with gallons of champagne and rustic pizza at home. I had my whiskers drawn on, Kahleen had a set of fangs and some killer gold lipstick, Steven rustled up a total Royal Tenenbaums costume out nowhere and my new pal Deborah Willey stole the show as Eric Cantona. We were warm, cosy and not one hint of nakedness. Good old fashioned fun.