If Fidelma Cook ever decides to decamp from France and return to British shores I wouldn't be surprised if she were met by a queue of people willing to share a glass or two of vin rouge with her. This book is fabulous, a triumph of determination and humour in the face of pretty much everything life could and has thrown at her. Too often personal memoirs are self-obsessed rather than self-aware but Fidelma never once strays into this territory - her observations about herself and her changing life are so sharp, witty and self-deprecating. I laughed out loud at moments while others were genuinely touching. She writes beautifully whether describing her sometimes crazed attempts to communicate with French builders, her grand plans versus her dwindling budget or her childhood memories of rural Ireland. Now more than ever there must be countless people whose life has been changed by redundancy rather than choice as Fidelma's was. Her reaction, with all the doubts that plagued her, is inspiring. By the end you have a real picture of the people she has met, the places she has seen and the 'hysterical Afghan,' Portia who is the Louise to her Thelma. There's so much more that could be said but perhaps only two words that really matter: READ IT!