Anne Roninson's mother was a cross between Robert Maxwell and Mother Teresa. When she became a young reporter in Fleet Street, her mother, a wealthy market trader, bought her a mink coat and told her to have a facial once a month. But Anne Robinson's early success almost ended in her destruction. A doomed marriage was followed by a secret custody battle for her two-year-old daughter, Emma. "Is it true?" her husband's barrister demanded in court, "you once said you'd rather cover the Vietnam War than vacuum the sitting room?" A shocking, funny, poignant, honest account of three generations of women, Anne's formidable mother, Anne and her daughter Emma. Plus Anne's downfall. The shame of the years after the custody battle, Anne's alcoholism. And the triumph of returning to take a second go at life. And making it work.