If I told you that there was a two month period earlier on this year when I spent my evenings sobbing over my computer, a glass of wine and retro Spotify playlists you’d probably get a bit “U OK HUN?”.
For as long as I can remember I have wanted to have a book launch party. Way before Carrie Bradshaw pranced around hissing at Samantha for having a chemical peel before her shindig, eons prior to her arrival at a lonely Parisian restaurant. I wanted my Carrie Bradshaw moment before Carrie Bradshaw even had one.
I am presenting The Back-Up Plan book to you so happily. It’s not just a story for those who’ve been through divorce or single parenting, but for anyone whose life hasn’t quite gone the way they’ve expected, whose happily ever after has not manifested.