Let me be clear: Soho House rules hold members’ privacy sacred, and I’m not so audacious to ask for an autograph or take a picture anyway. But I’m keen to catch a glimpse of someone really famous – by all accounts, Prince Harry and Meghan had their first date here. By his interaction so far, Harry Hipgrave is acquainted with half the people in here, most of them bookers, agents and media people: the power players behind the famous fames. When he points out a hot young stud from Love Island and some prima donnas from TOWIE, I haven’t a clue who any of them are. The celebrity-watching a wash, the banter a hit, it’s an excellent night out. Champagne goes down a treat, and I don’t overindulge. Poppy is bubbly, as ever, and Faith is on fire when she perches herself at the bar, all be she shoots down the advances of the Love Island hottie. If I didn’t know better, I’d say she was wishing Toby hadn’t had to catch a flight directly after the show.

The next morning, Harry texts me a picture of the Spice Girls, minus Victoria, papped arriving minutes after we’d left.

Damn, I recognise them!

I text back.

I’ll take you to Groucho next time. You may even win Guess Who?

Harry replies.

At work later, and the following day, I’m preoccupied with the animation team, who are sketching us for the opening credits. With the first episode under our belt, Eat Me goes to air in just over two weeks!

More than usual, Jordan is conspicuous by his absence. Not only have we not spoken, but he’s pulled a few all-nighters at his office. When I get in around 6 p.m. on Friday night, he’s home, haggard on the sofa, the television blaring. By the time I’ve been to the loo and popped back into the front room, he’s fast asleep. I shut down the television, place a blanket over his body and leave him to it. Saturday morning, I wake to an empty flat and a note saying he’s on site all day somewhere south of Tooting for a client ad shoot.

And so the weekend whizzes in. Tonight, it’s time for Beryl’s murder mystery dinner party with my mother. I pack a small overnight bag and, after scrubbing the bathroom and vacuuming the floors of the flat, I head off to my parents.