It’s normal to prefer getting a filling at the dentist’s to spending time with your husband, right?

I thought I was sorted on the life front. I was a heart surgeon with a loving partner and two gorgeous little girls. Except my husband’s version of "loving" is lying, cheating, and sleeping his way around London. Which means I definitely deserve a refund.

Unfortunately, moving on isn’t that simple. Just because I know how to operate on a heart doesn’t mean I know how to fix my broken one. Plus, I lost the receipt for him years ago, so I’m definitely getting shortchanged.

But now that I’m single, am I ready to mingle? There are a few minor issues:

1. The last time I went on a date, double denim was in fashion and my eyebrows were horrendously overplucked.
2. Men wear stupidly skinny jeans now.
3. I don’t know how to use dating apps, but at least I don’t have to get changed out of my pajamas.
4. Sometimes the most promising thing you have in common with a guy is a shared love of prawns.
5. I don’t know whether to open a date with "hi" or "hello" or "hey". and once I ended up saying "howdy".

Everything happens for a reason, they say. There’s plenty more fish in the sea. But what happens when everything falls apart and you haven’t got a clue how to go fishing?

An absolutely hilarious and utterly relatable tale for anyone who has ever survived a nightmare relationship, felt a little lonely, or nursed a broken heart with wine and carbs. This feel-good novel will get you back on your feet and genuinely laughing out loud. Perfect for fans of Why Mummy Drinks, Sophie Ranald, and Sophie Kinsella.