This wickedly funny novel is a satisfying page-turner - a post-Bridget Jones story about a woman who (as well as going to work, organising the renovations and looking after the kids) is trying to find out on the quiet if her husband really is involved with someone else.
Helen's life never used to be so messy. Not when she had money in the bank, a great figure, a cutting-edge haircut and a suede brush that she only used on suede. In those days, her world was like a well-organised filofax, and her gorgeous boyfriend, Matt, was just the icing on the cake.
Now it's all different. She seems to be losing her grip as she juggles two kids, a never-ending renovation and a part-time job that has - unexpectedly - become her refuge. As for that wildly sexy and endearingly impulsive boyfriend, he's turned into a wildly impractical and annoyingly impulsive husband.
Even so, Helen doesn't want to lose him to a Girl With Purple Hair. During one crazy, out-of-control week she finds herself in some kind of bizarre soap opera, checking phone bills, emptying Matt's wallet, rifling through his underwear drawer, employing a private detective . . .
A funny, warm and universal story about finding out what's really important.
