Karen gazed around the packed hall in amazement. Were all these people really so unhappy with their lot that they needed the help of a life coach?
‘Seems I’m not the only one whose life’s in the toilet,’ muttered Bev.
‘Your life’s very far from being in the toilet,’ Karen said firmly. ‘You’ve a doting husband, three fantastic kids and a lovely home. You should start appreciating what you’ve got.’
Bev huffed. ‘For “doting husband”, read “always working”, for “home”, read “huge mortgage”, and for “fantastic kids”, read “sleepless nights and constant worry”.’
Before Karen could say she’d swap places in a heartbeat, they were approached by an oily little man with coated teeth and slicked-back hair.
‘Hurry along, ladies,’ he urged, ‘We’re about to start.’
‘Yuck,’ Bev shuddered, as…