Back at school, forced to confront my fears by my evil mother (apparently near fatal embarrassment does not count as a valid reason not to be 'educated' for a day). So I had to spend the whole of break and lunch hiding behind Sad Ed (not hard seeing as he has now developed a liking for the different flavours of chunky kit-kats) whenever I saw anyone walk by in skinny jeans in case it was Jack.

On the plus side Scarlet spoke to me today, she only asked me if she could borrow a pencil, but at least it was not a scathing attack on my 'lack' of political knowledge.