At lunchtime, Tom came to see Annie and asked if I had ham and chips. He said he’d have that for lunch. I told him he could at least ask. He got in a bad mood, went to the chip shop instead, then sat with his head in his hands, either crying or tired. I don’t know which, and I don’t much care either. Eventually, he went home, barely speaking to any of us.

He’s going to have to start seeing Annie around at his house. I hate all this pretence that we get on well enough to be friends. We don’t, and I don’t want to either.

Amelia, Annie and I went to buy a bookcase. I found the one I wanted and a gorgeous, soft, pink blanket. I’m going to turn this house into a real ‘me’ home, once I’ve worked out what that is. Apart from colour, I don’t actually know yet, but to finally have choices and a say in things is everything.