UH OH! JULIETTE HAD A BABY WITH THE WRONG MAN. NOW WHAT? As a mother, I imagined myself somewhere between Mary Poppins and Gwyneth Paltrow. You know - growing my own courgettes, laughing whilst covered in mud, possibly having my own kiddie clothing range ... that sort of thing. But unforeseen circumstances have thrown me far from vegetable patches and spoonfuls of sugar. I am currently a single mother, living with my parents. And this New Year, I am in need of a major detox. What am I detoxing? Daisy's father, Nick. New Year is a time to diet and purify (after, of course, finishing up all the Christmas crap - there's no point trying to diet with all that still hanging around. Glass of port anyone?). Mum is losing weight, courtesy of Jaffa cakes and low-fat strawberry angel delight (two of my five a day!). Dad is having a bicycle-clip clear out. My detox is my feckless, irresponsible former boyfriend. Alex and I will never work out if I can't cut Nick out of my life. But how can I, when he's Daisy's dad?