The Bad Mother's Detox (The Bad Mother #2)

As a mother, I imagined myself somewhere between Mary Poppins and Gwyneth Paltrow.
You know – growing my own courgettes, laughing whilst covered in mud, possibly having my own kiddie clothing range … that sort of thing.
But unforeseen circumstances have thrown me far from vegetable patches and spoonfuls of sugar.
I am currently a single mother, living with my parents. And this New Year, I am in need of a major detox.
What am I detoxing?
Daisy’s father, Nick.

New Year is a time to diet and purify (after, of course, finishing up all the Christmas crap – there’s no point trying to diet with all that still hanging around. Glass of port anyone?).
Mum is losing weight, courtesy of Jaffa cakes and low-fat strawberry angel delight (two of my five a day!). Dad is having a bicycle-clip clear out.
My detox is my feckless, irresponsible former boyfriend.
Alex and I will never work out if I can’t cut Nick out of my life.
But how can I, when he’s Daisy’s dad?