Amanda Wilkie unexpectedly finds herself jobless and alone with three children under five in a rambling Victorian house in south-east London. She’s terrified about how each day will pan out, let alone the rest of her life after her husband shockingly walks away claiming he’s just ‘lost the love’.

 

A few months later, Amanda’s heavily pregnant friend, Ali, crashes into her kitchen announcing her partner is also about to abscond. She gives birth to Grace that evening and he exits stage left, gibbering like a madman in the grip of a midlife crisis. He somehow finds the clarity to inform Ali the house will be sold from under her. Wracked with grief and scaring herself with how close to the edge of abyss she has drifted, Amanda implores Ali and Grace to move in with her and live in the deserted attic room at the top of the house. When Jacqui, a long lost friend and fellow single mum, starts dropping by daily, the household is complete and ready to set sail.

 

Getting divorced is no walk in the park, but the three friends refuse to be defined by it as they embark on a choppy journey facing down forty after years of being institutionalised. Amanda’s brutal yet humorous narrative is peppered with toy boys, discos, funerals, newsreaders, rage (and possibly some minor vandalism), glitter, sex and of course wine. And as they slowly emerge out of the wreckage like a trio of sequined-clad Gloria Gaynors singing I Will Survive, they realise that anything is possible, even loving again…