I have some fruit and porridge, shower, dress and catch the Tube into town.

At the studio, it’s only Faith and I in our dressing room, taking stock of our wardrobe before Poppy takes us out shopping to buy more clothes. Faith is first to revive our conversation.

‘Darling, what’s all this flirting with Harry?’ she asks me directly. So much for her forgetting.

Today, she’s wearing wide-legged russet trousers and a grey, woollen roll-neck sweater. Her hair is in a loose French braid, her face bare.

‘I don’t flirt with Harry.’

Faith raises an eyebrow. ‘Okay. But you are encouraging him to flirt with you. Gracie, what’s going on?’

‘Does he?’ I hadn’t noticed,’ I say, playing it cool.

‘Gracie, he flirts incessantly, of course you’ve noticed.’

I rest awhile with the confirmation Harry flirts with me incessantly.

‘It would make my mother happy if we ended up together.’

‘Happy or jealous?’

We both giggle.

‘Well, she’s married. And, Faith, I have a boyfriend. Things may not be great between us, but I’m in a relationship. I’m not planning an affair. It’s a bit of harmless flirting, that’s all.’

Faith ponders this. ‘I suppose so.’

I intended my demurral to alleviate her concerns, not launch a series of new ones in my head. Does Harry shower me with attention incessantly, because it’s harmless – does he flirt with me the same way he flirts with my mother?

‘You were far from enamoured when we first met him,’ Faith carries on. ‘You called him creepy. And said his Wall of Fame was more like the Wall of Shame!’ She cackles at the recollection.

‘Yes, well, we’re up there too now,’ I remind her.

‘That we are.’

‘Faith. I don’t want to talk about this any more.’

‘Okay. But don’t forget Harry is our agent. Don’t complicate things.’

But Faith can sleep with anyone she likes who happens to be on our show?

She changes the subject. ‘Speaking of which, what on earth were you on about with Benny last night?’

Oh golly, the cat.

I attempt to explain about Jordan and Robert wanting to cat-sit. I don’t really understand what they hope to achieve. Something about needing to understand the nuances of cats so they can sell cat food. Eventually, Faith agrees I can collect Benny from her place after we wrap and return him to her tomorrow evening. She insists he must stay inside the flat at all times – and if anything happens to him, she will kill me.