When Cari Carringron's husband leaves her she knows she has to make something of her life or more importantly make some money. So when a friend says 'trust me,' she does - with, as they say, hilarious consuquences. Well, not so hilarious actually, although the writer's sharp wit and accurate social observations will have you laughing, as Cari descends into a world of drug squats, baying bank managers and drunken nights in Brighton hotels. For Cari, life is a steep learning curve. Coping with an interfering mother, a phantomly pregnant friend, a crazy sister and how to climb very steep ladders, she learns many things - that not all builders have bum cleavages and big mouths, that the mentally ill are more frightened than frightening and that good can come out of bad. More than a hilarious romp, but not in the least depressing, 'Raising the Roof' is a witty and wry look at women at the beginning of the twentieth century. And what would we do without Cadbury's chocolate fingers?