Faith cocks her head to one side and studies me before she carries on. ‘Well. I was having my regular scale and polish, and my new dentist is pretty cute. Ben the dentist. Fit, blonde, great teeth.’

‘He agreed to come on the show?’

‘He asked me,’ she says. ‘Between spitting and swallowing, I’d told him about it. He seemed perfect. Now, I’m worried he may be a bit dull? Especially compared to Toby.’ Faith’s eyes light up, as they do at every mention of Toby. ‘Even for a dentist, he’s obsessive about the correct technique of brushing one’s teeth. Gently applied. Not too much pressure. Two minutes to finish the job, every morning and every night. He banged on and on…’

It takes me a moment. I realise Faith’s talking about cleaning her teeth.

‘On and on? Every morning and every night? Does Ben the dentist recommend a circular or sonic vibration? Before or after your spitting and swallowing, Faith?’

‘Um? Ohhhh.’ She honks with laughter. ‘Oh, Gracie, yes, we will have fun with this one!’

‘You will, Faith. I’m just cooking,’ I remind her, holier-than-thou and tongue firmly in cheek.

‘Of course you are, sweetie.’ She blows me a kiss.

Wednesday, Ben arrives on set in his dental lab coat. Faith is like an ingénue Bardot in an off-the-shoulder red number, her blonde hair piled high. My skinny blue jeans and crisp white shirt may not set any pulses racing, but they suit me just as well. Poppy’s ensemble of blue leotard over purple tights is outlandish, even for her, but delightfully so. Harry is here to cheer us on. I hadn’t expected an agent would come to each recording – but it’s a comfort. (Do all professional agents spend this much time with their clients? Is Harry like this with all of the women on his wall? How would he find the time?) In any event, between the enthusiasm from everyone, and because I survived the first show with (most of) my dignity intact, I’m on top of the world before we begin our second recording. Timothy, our illustrious CEO, sits in the chair next to Joanna, a bee to honey.