Zoe's multi-award winning blog about her life with her boyfriend and three children is compulsive daily reading for thousands of people. You've got to love a woman who thinks the kitchen is somewhere you pass through in order to get another bottle of red wine from the garage.
Now she's published the whole saga as a book so even more people can enjoy her witty writing about life with a man who adores her, and whom she clearly loves dearly - but who frequently makes her want to curl up with embarassment or just throw crockery, such is his blokey ability to strike up immediate and lengthy conversations with absolutely anyone, especially workmen paid by the hour to get on with jobs, dress exclusively in donated T shirts turned insideout to cover the splatter-marks and stains, snore like a widerbeest with a head cold, fill the fridge with empty jars and stuff the house with more gadgetry than Dixons sale. But he does all the cooking, and he makes her laugh. And without him, this marvellous book would not exist, which would be a great shame, especially as we're nearing Christmas.
Faithfully recording his every foible and bon mot for posterity, Zoe has produced a book that will provoke screams of laughter and nods of recognition from anyone who lives with, loves or is thinking of adopting a Tw@t of their own. ( Reviewers beware: Amazon won't let you say the word in the title in your review. Yes, I know, it's stupid.)
I could go on, but I won't. Buy the book, it's fab . (And buy it before your mates do, so you can pass off the funny stories about the Tw@t, and his hilarious utterances as your own down the pub. Some of the things he has said and done are surely destined to become legend).