Last week was the craziest week of 2014 so far. With Oxford Fashion Week dominating my diary, I spent the week dashing dizzily between London and Oxford. Here’s a snapshot from my trusty red filofax, complete with real-time mental commentary: Monday Lunchtime: Draw up schedule for OFW’s Fashion Revolution speaker event. Send frantic confirmation emails to speakers.

Evening: Whisk myself off to the Tattersall Castle (a floating bar on the Thames) for drinks with friends and a spot of stand-up comedy.

Tuesday Lunchtime: Offload prospective public speaking anxiety to big sis over a lunch across the river at South Bank.

Evening: Stay late at the office as a pre-emptive measure against all the work that won’t get done during the rest of the week. Arrive home to print out speeches, book train tickets and plan outfit for 15 minutes of fame.

Wednesday Morning: Complete a full analysis of the growth of the online fashion market. Run overtime in carefully planned schedule. Take bus to station. Get distracted by emails en route. Miss bus stop. Curse. Walk back to station. Consequently miss intended train to Oxford. Afternoon: Take train to Oxford. Write speeches for evening on train. Tweet old tutor from my alma mater, Somerville, that I’m on my way to see him. Arrive (15 minutes late) and “take tea” with tutor (Hi Benj!) in the senior common room. Evening: Arrive at 1855 in the Oxford Castle to set up for Fashion Revolution night. Perform a quick costume change. Spend an energising evening with an amazing bunch of people working to make the fashion world a fairer place. Miss last train back to London. Have to get the Oxford Tube. Reach home at 2am. Oops.

Thursday Spend day on Oxford Street ‘researching’ (shopping) and photographing various retailers. Attend Marks & Spencer and Oxfam’s Shwopping event. Spend evening at the press launch of the S/S14 collection at M&S.

FRIDAY Morning: Attend a behind-the-scenes tour of Kew Gardens, courtesy of Bicester Village as part of the Chic Goes Wild campaign. Visit the orchid exhibition. Adopt an orchid.

Afternoon/evening: Enter the office for the first time since Tuesday. Explain why I have an orchid with me. Take suggestions for new orchid’s name. Put in four hours of work before heading to the Fashion & Finance night run by the Social Concierge. Decide that ‘social dating’ isn’t for me.

Saturday Get a ‘full night’s sleep’ from about 4 to 11am. Take mum shopping. Spend evening at Wembley Arena watching the XFactor Tour.

Sunday Morning/afternoon: Spend hours grooming and preening indecisively over what to wear to Oxford Fashion Week’s headline event, The Couture Show. Run late again.

Evening: Reach Oxford about half an hour before pre-show reception. Race to Malmaison hotel and perform an impressively swift change. Emerge transformed and get involved in a speech about clothing and body lice (don’t ask). Enjoy front row view of a stunning show from the folks at OFW. Grand finale. Much dazzle. Very wow.

Night: Steal events manager of Malmaison to have dinner with me. Return to after-show party and act like I never left. Drink too much champagne. Leave party at 4.30am.

Monday morning: Sleep for four hours. Wake and have breakfast followed by a bubble bath (because why not?) Monday afternoon: Return to London on a high. Glide into office. Sit at down at desk. Breathe.