Maggie’s Sunday roast was ace as usual. Farah asked loads of questions about how she grew her own veg, which Maggie seemed pleased to answer. Apparently, we’re eating seasonally – who knew? I don’t have anything to do with the allotment or veg patch, as Maggie calls it, but now I think about it she must dig up quite a bit of stuff every week.

Maggie offered us Coke or apple juice and Farah went into a bit of a speech about how bad Coke is for your teeth so we both had juice. I might cut down on the Coke.

After we’d wolfed down a rhubarb and strawberry crumble, which was without doubt the best crumble on the planet, I cleared the table and brought my schoolbooks down to the kitchen. Farah pulled out the latest iPad – it was my turn to be awed.

Then I remembered. ‘Sorry, Farah, there’s no Wi-Fi here.’ I was a bit gutted.

‘It’s okay, it’s got built-in 4G.’

‘Mobile signal sucks too. Although I did once get one bar at the top of the stairs.’

‘Can I try?’ Farah looked at me.

‘Yeah.’ I pointed up the stairs like a goon.

The next hour was possibly the best I’ve ever spent. We sat side by side on the stairs looking up revision stuff on the internet with the occasional divergence into ‘something she had to show me’ which was generally some YouTuber doing something brainless.

‘Right,’ said Maggie from the bottom of the stairs. ‘Will one of you show me how that tablet thingy works because I fancy getting myself one.’

‘Of course,’ said Farah. I moved up a step and Maggie took my place. I don’t think Maggie realised how mega expensive they are but there was nothing stopping her having a go with Farah’s. The three of us stayed sitting on the stairs while Farah walked Maggie through the basics and then handed it to her.

‘Try Google Earth. It’s brilliant,’ I said hitting the app icon.

Maggie typed in her postcode and after three failed attempts it zoomed in from the whole world to Furrow’s Cross.

‘Zoom in more, like Farah showed you,’ I said. Maggie stabbed a finger at it. ‘Two fingers,’ I said.

‘I’ll give the bloody thing two fingers in a minute,’ said Maggie, thrusting it back at Farah and we all belly laughed. Maggie left us and we went back to studying.

Farah’s phone pinged and we both looked amazed that she’d received a text. We were sitting close enough for me to see who it was from when she pulled the phone out. Josh Kemp. Of all the people. What the hell was he doing texting her?

She fired off a quick reply and put her phone away but I was tense. ‘Look, Farah. It’s none of my business but Josh Kemp – he’s not cool.’