"I just need a washbasin for the downstairs loo"
Kate, 42.
At 42 years old Kate did not bargain on dealing with grief by sticking tissue up her nose, developing a compulsive love of furniture-purchasing and having cosmetic surgery but then again she didn't bargain on having the label 'widow' thrust upon her either.
Taking solace amongst her friends and family, Kate intersperses periods of adventure and excitement with periods of simply clinging on but what she is not expecting is the sheer periods of hilarity that enter her life on a regular basis.
Do those around her even know about Kate's dark days? Will Kate's life ever be the same?
A debut novel.
