‘Humans are the only species that tell stories. It sets us apart from the other rutting mammals. That’s probably why you don’t find rhinos and hedgehogs doing this job’. Meet a woman slipping into the invisibility of middle age, drowning under bills, the fractured hub that holds her family wheel together: a daughter, mother and granny, she is all women all at once. And where is her love life? On hold while she pays the bills, working sex chat phone lines. So, this is a play about stories: the ones we tell for other people’s benefit, the ones we tell to earn money, and the fantasy futures we weave from our dreams.
