Today is wet and cold again. Winter, now, has a firm grip on the weather.

Last night, we went to the Canadian High Commission in Trafalgar Square for the UK launch of She Has a Name [#shehasaname) – a drama/thriller film highlighting the crime of human trafficking, and more specifically, international sex trafficking of children – ten million trafficked children are involved in the sex industry. The film will be launched on the 2nd December in London. The proceeds will be channelled back into tackling the problem.

Only one percent of children are rescued. You can’t get your head around that, can you?

My friend Donna Abraham, a co-producer of the film sponsored by Alberta, a province in Canada, passionately spoke of her hope that the film would put a large, glaring spotlight on the issue, and that British schools will use it to educate and motivate young students to act on what they learn. We then heard from two female field workers [A21 Campaign and Iris Cambodia], incredibly brave, who are on the ground rescuing minors from captivity.

There are more slaves today, than at the time when William Wilberforce was petitioning for the abolition of slavery.

It was sobering stuff, to say the least.

Yesterday, Donald Trump was declared President of the United States of America. It is a terrible thing to admit to, but as I watched the live television coverage, I couldn’t help but think, “Why does he use fake tan that makes his face orange?” There is going to be an orange president in the Oval Office.

In my first summer as a Chelsea resident, the weather at the end of the school year turned unseasonably warm: stinking hot. It was sports day the next day, and I had bought a pretty dress to wear. I was class representative for the PTA (Parents and Teachers Association), and I wanted to make Anna proud.

My legs were lily white. I resorted to fake tan. I applied liberal amounts to my legs, and then I took Hugo to see the new Star Wars film. In the two hours I sat in the dark theatre, pretty bored, my legs turned a bright shade of orange. My eyes almost popped out of my head when I saw the results of my experiment to gain an instant tan.

The next day, the dress stayed in the closet, and I wore trousers in the boiling heat. It took three weeks for the deep orange to fade.