...Meanwhile, an obnoxious journalist (Jonathan Firth) her husband despised is hovering with an unpleasant secret.
At first the other actors do seem like bowling machines hurling cues to Keith.
But she constantly keeps the humour sparking, and if her northern accent is less sure, hers and the other characters develop deeply and meaningfully.
The result is a real insight into the vulnerability of a women suddenly alone, forced to look back on her life, warts and all.
All the performances are absolutely excellent and tautly choreographed by director Tom Littler, who I suspect doesn't mourn too much about his star's fluctuating vowels.
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