Just how do you cope with death (even if your husband is an undertaker); your mother losing her mind; and the end of your marriage? Painful and often very funny.
'Press, shut up will you? I'm sick to death of bloody dead folk. You never talk about anything else. You're at work all the time and then when you're not at work you're sat in the shed surrounded by your bloody vegetables. And our Bobby's being bullied at school and he needs special attention and you don't seem bothered ...'