You wait ages for The One . . . then 203 come along at once.

One night Lauren finds a strange man in her flat who claims to be her husband. All the evidence – from photos to electricity bills – suggests he’s right. And then another one appears.

Lauren’s attic, she slowly realises, is creating an endless supply of husbands for her.

There’s:

• The one who’s too hot (there must be a catch).
• The one who pretends to play music on her toes.
• The one who can calm her unruly thoughts with a single touch.

 But when you can change husbands as easily as changing a lightbulb, how do you know whether the one you have now is the good-enough one, or the wrong one, or the best one? And how long should you keep trying to find out?