A few hours later, I drop Benny off at Faith’s flat. I admit to her Benny suffered ‘a touch of the runs’ in case he still smells of poo. I don’t mention anything else, because I don’t know what else there is. Before he packed his bags and fled, Jordan had said he’d used the piping bag to serve up Pussy Paws in pellet-sized morsels for Benny, but he didn’t force-feed anything. His parting shot accused me of being bat-shit crazy for thinking he could have done. For all I know, it’s true. I hope it is – not the part about me being bat-shit crazy... Although, I’ve had my moments lately. It’s possible Benny ate the food after Jordan went to bed and it didn’t agree with him. It’s pointless upsetting Faith based on my unsubstantiated suspicions.

Faith is a little cold – concerned about her beloved, is a fairer description. When she calls Dr Doolittle’s Home Veterinary Service, and Benny is given the all-clear, she cheers up. That Dr Doolittle is in fact Dr Michael, hunky and kind to both animals and humans alike, doesn’t hurt to lighten both of our moods. I insist on paying the bill. When Faith is satisfied Benny is settled in for the day, we head to the station together.

There isn’t the appropriate time for me to tell Faith I’d kicked Jordan out of my flat and out of my life before we arrive at reception and Mitzi informs us Joanna is waiting for us in the animation department. By all accounts, pretty peeved.

On the second floor, where our animators work at their sitting-and-standing desk, with super-sized monitors and computers so powerful their fans sound like mini jet engines, Joanna is waiting at the far end.

‘Ladies, nice of you to join us.’ She checks her watch.

‘Sorry, we had… I had cat trouble,’ I say.

I get an eye-roll and a pinched look for my troubles.

‘Well, thanks to these wonderful magicians, we’ve managed to save the episode with Love Island boy,’ she says. ‘Ivor, Pearle, I knew I could count on you both after the terrific job you did with the opening credits. This could be my favourite episode yet.’ From where I’m standing, I can’t see what’s been done to save the episode, and I’m too nervous to enquire. ‘As for you two, I’ve heard from Alex. I think the competition is an excellent idea. Faith, you’re required for a photo shoot in the studio. Now. I recommend you change into something short – you have great legs.’

‘Sure thing, boss,’ Faith says, eliciting a small smile from our formidable global vice president of content.

‘I hope that’s not what Poppy has spent your wardrobe allowance on,’ Joanna says to me.