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, isn't 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 Saoirse's 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 it's really like?