Harry was on set to see it all. He’d rushed off afterwards, but though things were a bit awkward between us at first, he isn’t avoiding me.

Inspired by my promise in Faith’s bedroom to fix my life, I book an appointment and, after my free taster session with Nikolai the personal trainer, I join the gym on the spot. Nikolai has muscles on top of his muscles. ‘Life begins at the end of your comfort zone,’ he says, as he forces me to bench-press weights I fear will crush me to death. ‘I’m not telling you it will be easy, but it will be worth it.’ I pre-pay ten more sessions.

I meet with Liz Martin at our usual cafe. Dressed to kill in black denim jeans, low-heeled black boots and a leopard-print shirt, courtesy of Poppy’s latest shopping expedition, I’m keen to impart all manner of juicy details of our upcoming performances on the show and some, but not all, insights from the parties we’ve attended.

When I get home early in the afternoon, and not a single item of Jordan’s has moved, except the duvet which is now on the sofa and appears slept in, I decide enough is enough.

I call his mobile. It’s switched off. I try his work line.

‘Hello, Jordan Piper’s phone, Rhiannon speaking.’ Rhiannon, who’s all of twenty and half my size, has a voice as husky as a burly Russian mobster.

‘Hi, Rhiannon, it’s Grace. Is Jordan there, please?’

‘I’m sorry, who’s this?’

‘Grace.’ There’s a long pause. We’ve been introduced on at least three separate occasions. I don’t know how to categorise myself. ‘Jordan’s ex-girlfriend’ sounds stupid.

‘Just a minute.’ She covers the phone. Seconds later, she returns. ‘I’m sorry, Jordan’s in a meeting.’ Sure he is. ‘Can I take a message?’

‘Just tell him I called, please.’

‘That’s it?’

‘That’s it, thank you, Rhiannon.’

She hangs up.

Joanna books us on the midday chat show hosted by Kiki and Patricia, who I’ve previously never spoken with, even though we’ve worked in the same building for well over a year. I attend another session at the gym. And then, when the weekend rolls in, I read in the Daily weekend pull-out Liz describing me as ‘tantalising and tasty’. Relaxing at home – Jordan still hasn’t moved out and we still haven’t spoken, which isn’t ideal – I read the article over and over and pin it to the refrigerator with a magnet. Inspired, I go for a run in the afternoon, which doesn’t last as long as planned, and on Sunday, I book online and a masseuse called Nina comes to my flat with her own table and oils and rubs away my aches and pains.