Mother of one and professional writer Saoirse (pronounced Seersha, not Searcy thanks a bunch Game of Thrones!) is still adjusting to the demands of motherhood, four years after the birth of her daughter, Anna. Living in the claustrophobic London suburb of Woodvale, and being surrounded by passive-aggressive mum-wars, isnt helping. Neither is her increasingly pent-up anger at her once-perfect husband. Her only comrade in arms, best friend Bea, is the one thing keeping her sane. When Saoirses agent asks her to pitch for a book, she is horrified to discover the topic is motherhood. How can she possibly write a warts and all account of being a mother without giving away what its really like?