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‘You can choose a big bag of sweets later, as long as you go into the Bentall Centre crèche now and behave yourself,’ I beg Tamsin as we walk hand in hand towards the railway station to catch the train to Kingston upon Thames. With my other hand I am pushing her baby sister along in the buggy. Georgia is fast asleep.

‘But, Mummy, why? Where are you going?’ Tamsin asks, clinging on to my hand more tightly.

‘I’ve got to go to the hairdresser’s, and a few shops, to get ready for tonight.’

‘What’s tonight?’

‘A party.’

Tamsin’s eyes widen. ‘Will Harry Styles be there?’

I wish, I say to myself as I shake my head. ‘Not exactly!’ I pause. ‘But I’ve got to look my best.’

Tamsin jumps up and down. ‘You always look good, Mummy.’

Good, but not good enough.

Cheered by the promise of sweets, Tamsin climbs cheerfully onto a seat on the train, staring out of the window eagerly. She clings tightly to my hand as we arrive in Kingston, and progress slowly through the hordes of Saturday morning shoppers, towards the Bentall Centre. She trips cheerfully into the crèche, blowing me kisses, as I deposit Georgia who is fast asleep in the buggy. Relieved to have dropped them off with so little fuss, I set off into the main body of the shopping centre, towards my appointments. Eyebrows. Nails. Blow-dry. Boring but necessary. Tedium is the first part of this job; perseverance the second. One scout to spot me. Making contact with the right agent. That is all it would take. And Jamie Westcote will be there tonight.