When her husband exits their marriage after twenty-seven years, Carol seriously flips. Between nisi and absolute, the marital home is sold and her daughter takes her on what is supposed to be a recuperative holiday. The idea being to give Carol the strength to find a suitable Essex flat, but instead she finds a derelict Burgundian cottage that looks as deserted and as much in need of restoration as herself.
What Carol doesn’t need is ex-hubby barging in on her new scene just as it looks as if a rather dishy feller could be adding a pleasant dimension to her life. Not that she’s up for getting involved with anyone else when she’s still feeling bruised and wouldn’t dare trust her own feelings.