Being unusually organised, I packed Thursday evening, I woke up, got ready, packed all the outstanding toiletries, booked my taxi for 11:15 and headed into the office.

I got to the office for 09:30. Dinesh had prepared all the documents, and we walked up to HSBC. 30 minutes later we were still in HSBC… I’m starting to get a little concerned that I might need to push my taxi back. Luckily it all gets processed. I run back to my car and head back to the flat to get my taxi.

The taxi arrives bang on 11:15. I’m ready and waiting.

We drive toward Ascot, pass the Mercedes garage and I do a quick mental checklist. Passport? Check. Phone? Check. Wallet? … Wallet? I had taken all my cards out of my purse and put into a smaller card holder. I start rummaging through my handbag gradually more and more frantic. It’s not there. I start throwing contents out on the back seat. Not there. I turn my handbag upside down. Nope. It’s definitely not in there.

I flashback to throwing the purse down into my handbag and rembering that it didn’t land IN the bag, but ON it. So, I must have left it on the bedroom floor. The driver turns around at the racecourse/ Heatherwood roundabout and starts back toward the flat. I’m apologising profusely.

I run up the stairs two at the time. Burst into the flat. Run to bedroom. Floor is completely clear. Check under the bed, the chest of drawers. It’s not there.

I think back to my bag falling off the seat when I was driving to the office. Did it fall out then?

The taxi driver gives me a thumbs-up as I run back out into the car park. He sees me empty handed and puts his thumbs down. I search the car. Nope.

Was I stupid enough to pack it into my big case?

Turns out, yes. Yes, I bloody was.

There it sits as I unzip the case, right on the top.

I continue to apologise and we’re back on our way. He’s reassuring me that I have plenty of time and I do. Therefore, sending my heartrate to his more regular rhythm.

We arrive at T5 20 minutes later. I drop off my bag and meet Joe and Vad in a pub. Vad is hand luggage only?! The bag is so small.

A couple of airport pub beers, lunch at Gordon Ramsey’s and a departure lounge, we’re all feeling very happy about our company Sales Kick Off meeting in India. Hyderabad and 37 degrees weather here we come!

First observation, Premium Economy is lovely. Lots of leg room. Soft seats and copious amounts of free wine…. One of which I throw over the man sat next to me as I actually tried to move the glass of red wine from the edge of the tray but end up knocking all over him. Smooth.

In my shame I go see Joe and Vad. Turns out they had both come to their seats to find other people had sat in them under the assumption that the guys would just move. Vad did. Joe refused on principle. The woman had glared at Joe for the duration of the flight.

A few too many wines, 3 Billboards and Kingsman watched, I decide I should probably get some sleep.

Joe and Vad however, decide sleep is for the weak and drink so much they get refused service. I’m a little proud.