My mother, on set to watch, has enjoyed the fawning attention of both Maz and Harry. At the end of the recording, she makes it perfectly clear there’s no competition when it comes to who she’d prefer as her future son-in-law.

‘You must come out to Redhill, Harry. With Grace, one Sunday. I cook the best roast pork.’

‘It’s true,’ I say. ‘And her potatoes are to die for.’

‘You can meet Derek, he’s Grace’s father. We can all go for a walk across Annie’s fields. It’s lovely this time of year. Be sure to arrange something, won’t you, dear,’ she says to me, with a wink she doesn’t try to hide.

Harry takes it in his stride. I don’t push on him firm plans for such a visit.

After I put my mother into a cab to go to Victoria station and home to Surrey on the train, I nip back on set to collect my gym kit. Harry waylays me in the corridor.

‘Got a minute?’

‘For you, Harry, always.’

‘In here.’ I follow him through to the deserted studio of children’s programme Squiggly Winks. Decorated like a playground, with swings, slides and a sandpit, the green carpet simulates grass and the walls are painted with blue skies and white clouds, a yellow Mr Sun in a corner.

‘I have to be at the gym for a PT session. I’m getting right into my fitness these days, Harry.’

‘I can see.’ Harry smiles.

‘Can we make it quick?’

‘A quickie?’ he says, affecting a Dean Martin accent and giving me a wink. He twirls himself around a swing pole, like he’s Gene Kelly on the lamp post in Singing in the Rain. What on earth has got into him? It’s adorable, nonetheless.

‘The plan worked.’ Harry ceases him circumnavigation and grins. ‘Alex has conceded his big scoop looks like a sneak peek at a pet food commercial. He won’t be lurking around any more.’

It’s a big relief. I hug Harry spontaneously. ‘Thank you Harry. For sticking by me. No matter what.’ I step back and regain my composure.

‘I promised I’d look after you.’ He leans against the pole, looking all … oh golly, Harry is looking all sexy. In a slight departure from his usual style, he’s wearing a black cashmere jumper over dark jeans and boots. He’s wearing it well.