Back in the studio, we’re in Joanna’s good books. Though we’d only stayed at the Chiltern Firehouse a short while, and hadn’t enjoyed the party particularly, we’d left holding hands and beaming beautifully for the press. I could get used to the attention, I’d thought for the first time, as the cameras flashed and Faith and Poppy giggled. Joanna shows us a gorgeous shot of us on The Celebrity Buzz site. ‘I love your little black dress, Gracie,’ she says. ‘Who would have thought? My little star.’

Speaking of Joanna, rumours abound at SC6 of a blossoming romance between her and our CEO. Certainly, Timothy has refrained from fawning over Faith and I the way he used to. Instead, I clock him gazing into Joanna’s eyes during what appears to be deeply meaningful conversations. On more than one occasion, they’ve rushed off together into his waiting, chauffeur-driven car. It’s good to see him with someone closer to his age and who, presumably, doesn’t need his money. And it’s a relief that something, if not Timothy, has thawed Joanna’s iciness. Whether we’re in the press or not, she’s much happier these days. Long may it last!

I watch episode two of Eat Me, with Ben the dentist, on the television with Faith at her place. Jordan planned to finish boxing up the basement but when I arrive home, he’s not there and nothing’s moved.

The week flies by.

Poppy and I help Faith select the winner of the competition: her date for episode number five. To avoid repetition, she rejects men who are bankers, dentists or covered in piercings. On personal preference, she also vetoes any man with visibly long fingernails, men who look like women, and women. After careful consideration, we agree on Kenny S, short for Kenneth Stoppard, a rental car manager from Luton. In his online submission, Kenny listed his passions as horseback riding and listening to country music. Faith was attracted by the whole cowboy vibe and, for the recording the next day, Kenny S doesn’t disappoint. Affecting a slight Texan lilt whenever he talks about his favourite hillbilly ballads – Kenny grew up in Luton, it’s claim to fame an airport and the site of the first Domino’s Pizza branch – lookswise, Kenny is like a scrawnily-muscled, younger Brad Pitt. It’s all very Thelma and Louise – and Faith is on fire for the cameras. Performing an impromptu pirouette across set, Poppy crashes onto Kenny’s lap. I expected Kenny to go for a rack of ribs – and I made as much of that as I could get away with – but instead he goes for a more delicate minute steak with a Diane sauce and home-made French fries. By all accounts, the shoot is a success. No touch-ups from animation required, thank you very much.