Another year, another month of writing a play a day checked off the to-do list. As usual, this has given me a reason to blog every day – lucky, lucky you. In case anyone really wants to read everything written by me over the month and marvel at the mental confusion of someone attempting to…

Bobbie, 39, and Plum, 17, are sitting on the bonnet of a car next to a pebble beach. The sound of the sea. Bobbie rolls and lights up a cigarette. She takes a deep draw. Plum holds out her hands and Bobbie passes her the rollup. Plum draws and watches the smoke leave her lips….