Or go to EAT for a spicy chicken noodle salad, buy a pair of tights, pop in to see Louis with a pile of dry-cleaning mundane everyday tasks that she’d always taken for granted.

This time last Friday, she could have gone anywhere she wanted, but now she couldn’t pop out to get her hair done. Her face (and butt) are all over the infamous London tabloids and paparazzi chase her wherever she goes. That ex-boyfriend sells the story that she’s the secret child of a Mick Jagger-type rockstar, Billy Kay, to the press and she’s painted as a sex-crazed fame-chaser whose real name is, quite unfortunately, Velvet Underground. Shortly thereafter, Ellie’s nearly perfect life implodes. She breaks up with the latest loser at Glastonbury, after he shamelessly snorts cocaine and acts like a jerkface… again. The one thing that’s not going all that well is her propensity for dating guys that are absolute fixer-uppers. She’s got a great job, wonderful friends, a loving family and meticulously-managed hair. So, a girl who could parade around Glastonbury in a spotless white dress was a girl who was calm and in control. When your boss was giving you hell and your flatmates were fighting and you’d been dumped again, there was something cathartic and peaceful in spending the afternoon in your pristine, minimalist office, rearranging your reference books by height and colour. Or when she had a tidier bedroom and better manners than her many cousins, who all lived in two-parent, semi-detached splendour in Belsize Park. It didn’t matter that she was on free schoolmeals and had a mother who wore leopard-print catsuits and dressed her in charity-shop clothes, when Ellie had the neatest handwriting in her class and was homework monitor five years in a row. when all around you was chaos, you needed to find some area of your life that you could control and let that define you. Ellie lives a carefully-produced life, a reaction to her chaotic, bohemian upbringing with her musician mother.

It Felt Like a Kiss by Sarra Manning