Afterwards the story was picked up by the national press, and the past couple of weeks have been a bit bonkers. It’s like the world can’t get enough of Harry. Maya set up a Facebook and Instagram page for him and he’s got thousands of followers. She even started a hashtag #bemoreharry. Apparently it trended on Twitter. I say ‘apparently’ because I leave all the social-media stuff up to Maya. She says it’s incredible publicity for the rescue charity and donations have been flooding in, plus sponsorship for free dog food and an influx of potential adopters, so they’re delighted. I’m really pleased about that.

I wish you could meet Maya; she reminds me a lot of you at her age. She’s so ballsy and opinionated. She’s going to university at the end of September. I’m glad she’s got that to focus on. She’s been really upset since the fire and she’s been seeing a counsellor. She’s racked with guilt about what happened, but I keep telling her it was an accident; that it was no one’s fault, and what’s important is that she managed to raise the alarm and everyone got out safely.

But she says Ben blames her, and that he hasn’t answered any of her texts. I don’t know if that’s true. I haven’t had a chance to talk to him properly. There was so much going on that night – the terror and then the relief – and we were just so grateful everyone was alive. That’s the only thing that mattered.

Since then I’ve only see Ben once. It was when the reporters came to do the interview, and he was being both proud and protective of his son. I think having come so close to losing him, Ben wanted to wrap him in cotton wool, but he knew it would be the worst thing for him. ‘Stan needs to be able to enjoy every opportunity. He’s not the one that’s scared. I am,’ were his very words.

I wanted to talk to him about it – about the fire, about what happened before – but there were too many people around. It feels weird. Like something changed that night. We’d got so close to something, but now we’re further apart than ever. I don’t know what to do. Maybe I shouldn’t do anything.

Sorry, I don’t know why I’m telling you all this. I suppose I could really do with my big sister’s advice right now.

Anyway I’ve saved the best to last. You’ll never guess what else happened. Yesterday I got an email from a TV producer in Hollywood and we’ve been invited onto some big talk show! Me and Harry. Isn’t that the craziest thing you’ve ever heard? Turns out his story’s gone viral around the world and everyone wants to meet him. They said we can do it via a live link, so Harry doesn’t have to fly. I think it’s going to be next week, so maybe you’ll see it. Though I don’t know if you watch TV where you are.