Fern Britton is a great TV presenter and I think she seems like a really lovely woman but after reading this book, I think she should stick to the television.

I felt this book was awkward and sloppy and if it had been a normal person trying to be an author, sending this in to the publishers, they would have hot it back with a big fat rejection ribbon.

From the get-go, Pru and Connie are abhorrent characters. There's more maturity seen in the pair of teenagers in the family, then the two mothers. The way they fight and get riled up over the smallest things is pathetic. It made me grind my teeth in frustration but I had started a book and I never leave a book unfinished. And the way these grown women call their parents, 'Mummy' and 'Daddy'. Give me the puke bucket. It's all very hoity toity British if you ask me and maybe I don't get it, cause I'm not British.

The men in this book were one word: wimps...now, I'm not saying that a man can't be a stay at home husband but I think men are perfectly capable of doing this and not being a doormat. I found Francis so weak and eager to please, blegh...and Greg was a pompous A-Hole. And when he started crying cause his mistress showed up and he was so afraid of being caught and then proceeded to sleep with her on the beach a few metres away from his daughters birthday party....come on. The ending with Abi and Greg was also far too 'The Lucky One' by Nicholas Sparks for me except in that case the drowned husband actually seemed somewhat redeemable where in this case, I felt nothing for Greg's accident. And the whole 'history repeats itself' thing going on. No.

Just a big fat NO for this book. And I think my rant may be over now.