As a mother, I imagined myself somewhere between Mary Poppins and Jules Oliver. You know â 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. Mum is losing weight and 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?