Carrie’s phone pinged yet again. “hey…u around 4 quick chat? wd love for your maisie to come skiing with us at half-term. fifi’s talked of nothing else all weekend!” Carrie sighed and flipped open her laptop. Her 2017/18 holiday spreadsheet was already awash with exotic destinations, question marks and girls’ names, as she presided over a complex game of prevarication, negotiation and bluff. She glanced over the kitchen table at her daughter Maisie, engrossed in superimposing a cat’s nose onto a selfie, oblivious to the chaos caused by her Popular Girl status. Last summer they almost cancelled the family trip to Greece due to Maisie’s summer schedule, until Greg put his foot down. “Just say she can’t go!” he erupted over a Byron Classic one night – but as Carrie confided to her friend Bea the next morning, men don’t understand this stuff. Navigating the volatility of the Year 8 social scene made negotiating Brexit look like child’s play. David Davis wouldn’t stand a chance. Another ping: “hi carrie, quick Q: bella’s longing for maisie to come with us to wiltshire one weekend soon. how about next bank holiday? getting in early cos i know she gets booked up! see u fri at gail’s?” “sounds great!” Carrie pinged back. Oh, Lord.