Alice Green realises that reaching fifty is much the same as being invisible so why not make the most of it? Her head-in-the-sand husband doesn’t notice the clothes mountain and the piles of pretty stationery.

When two police cars draw up outside her house in leafy Edinburgh, Alice knows the game is up. While dealing with the present, she backtracks through her memories, recasting the events and people who chipped away at her confidence and contentment over the years.

Run, Alice, Run is an irreverent coming-of-middle-age novel that looks with irony and black humour at the way society defines and diminishes women of all ages.