Sex. There's a lot of it about. And Stella is definitely not getting her fair share.

She's also got a few handicaps: she's the wrong side of thirty-five, she's a single mum ( to the adorable Honey), and her French hot-bloodedness is liable to turn grown men pale. Mind you, the men she meets are either perma-tanned, tight-trousered smoothies with strangely white teeth or - easy, tiger - balding, poorly socialized podgers. One lot have black satin sheets; the other lot have, well, wives. What's a girl to do?

Dividing her time between London's most PC playgroup (most popular children's names: Ichabod and Perdita) and lessons on the art of pulling from her good-looking house-mate Frank (shame he's got ginger hair everywhere), Stella is seriously starting to wonder if she'll ever have sex again.