Expecting Emily

“My God!” A bloated pasty face suddenly confronted her. “Oh it’s only me,” she noted sadly, looking quickly away from the bathroom mirror.Emily is expecting. She is 34 weeks pregnant, her ankles are swollen, her hair is falling out and she’s worried about the baby. Now she’s been passed over for a partnership in the firm of solicitors where she puts in more than 48 hours a week selling boggy bits of farmland. And if that weren’t enough it looks as if her arty husband, the piano-playing Conor, may have been running his fingers over more than the ivories while on tour in Germany…Depressed, demoted and drugged, Emily finally realises that inside every good girl, there’s a bad one waiting to get out…