The past month has flown by, and I can't believe what a difference there is since I moved to London. Just over a month ago I was living at home with my parents down south, running myself into the ground to keep myself afloat. Suddenly I am living in London, surrounded by the most amazing friends, with a business that I can barely keep up with.

Once all of the stock in Will's spare room had been packaged and sent out, we ordered the next drop (all white) to go straight to the warehouse. My two members of staff have been fantastic, giving me so much more spare time. I have been able to take my time with the new designs, and I have designs to last me for probably a year if I were to do weekly drops (which I won't of course.)

I have become really good friends with all seven of the Sidemen, what with spending so much time with them. At least one of them is usually knocking around the warehouse, and I can't seem to stop myself from dropping in at least every few days and pitching in with the packing.

The white drop sold out in just two hours, and it was all send out within two days. I have never met such efficient people in my life. I have taken over their contract from the lads, and even gave them a slight pay rise.

The next drop is going to be madness, and I have already hired another two staff ready. Rather than a black drop, then all the colours, then white - we have decided to do it all at once. That is 7,500 items alone, before you add in the new baseball caps. That brings it up to a total of 10,000 items to be sorted, packaged and posted out!

My money situation has increased massively, and I finally have a healthy looking savings account, as well as a healthy looking business account AND a healthy looking current account. I don't really spend money - just food and bills. I have never been a heavy shopper or big spender.

***

I walk into the warehouse at about 8am on Monday morning, stopping by the small kitchen to make myself a coffee before I head down to my end. As I am pouring in the milk, I feel a presence stood behind me.

'Morning.' Its Harry, and I can tell just from his voice. I grab another cup and make a second coffee, knowing that would be the only reason Harry would be standing in the kitchen. I hand it to him before I speak.

'You're here early. Not like you' I laugh as I take a sip from the mug in my hand, enjoying the feeling of hot liquid sliding down my throat. 'Piss the bed?'

Harry laughs before giving me a nudge on the shoulder. 'Oh haha! I can be an adult sometimes you know? We have a big delivery coming in, none of the other boys could do it.' He shrugs before continuing. 'Someone needs to be here to check that everything comes in, or Josh goes mental.'

'Sounds like Josh' I joke as I head out of the kitchen door and towards my little office. Harry follows me saying nothing, just jumping straight into my desk chair when we arrive.

'Well it isn't here yet, so I will just bug you' he laughs.

'That is fine, but I need my seat - some of us have work to do' I laugh, grabbing his hand to pull him up. He is stronger than me and pulls me down onto his lap.

'Looks like we will have to share' he laughs as he takes a sip from his mug.

I have an hour until the others arrive, so I don't bother to waste time arguing and just stay sat on his lap. I pull up all of the orders from over the weekend, sending all of the postage labels and invoices to the printer. After the weekend it usually takes a good ten minutes, so I go through and check all of the emails, flagging the important ones that I need to reply to later.

When I stand, Harry automatically does the same. He follows me through to my packing area, where I sit the invoices and labels in corresponding piles on the massive table. I try to make everything as simple as possible for my staff, so I like to keep it organised.

'Fancy getting some packing done until the others arrive?' I ask Harry, knowing that even though he will want to, he won't say no.

'Fineeeee' he whines, grabbing the first few invoices and heading over to the walls of boxes. 'I better get something out of this.'