[HARPER is taking the bins out.]

HARPER: I bloody love taking the bins out.

[Curtain]

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[PLANK is looking a little cheeky. LILY is yawning.]

PLANK: Fancy doing something extreme? I was thinking of-

LILY: Christ yes! S&M? Swinging? Bareknuckle boxing? Badger baiting? Driving the car into the quarry? Telling your Mum what we did? Punching a fox? Swearing at a Priest? I’m PUMPED!

[Pause]

Sorry, what were you thinking of doing?

[PLANK reveals an open pot of Sour Cream and Chive Pringles.]

PLANK: …eating two at a time…

[Curtain]

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[NIA and FORGETFUL FRANCIS are in the kitchen ready to make a good old spaghetti Bolognese for dinner.]

NIA: Did you remember to buy the spaghetti, chopped tomatoes, minced meat, onions, garlic, carrots, basil, celery, olive oil, stock and tomato puree?

FORGETFUL FRANCIS: Nope.

[Curtain]

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[DOT is nibbling a homemade sandwich next to her wife PIPPA.]

DOT: I absolutely adore this new bread you’ve made.

PIPPA: Why don’t you marry it?

[Curtain]

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[Mia puts her hood up.]

EMZ: Why are you putting your hood up?

MIA: Why aren’t you putting your hood up?

[Emz puts her hood up.]

[Mia takes her hood down.]

[Curtain]

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[BEN? Is holding a pound sterling coin and three pennies.]

BEN?: Claire?

[Enter CLAIRE?]

CLAIRE?: Ben?

BEN?: Claire?!

[Exit Ben?]

CLAIRE?: Ben?!

[Curtain]

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[DOUG is eating so much mango. A MAN WHO DOESN’T LIKE DOUG is doing anything else.]

DOUG: This mango is delicious.

A MAN WHO DOESN’T LIKE DOUG: That’s papaya.

[Curtain]

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The brothers playing pickleball are pretending they hate each other. Every swear word and threat to tell mum bounces off their rackets and land in the past. Love lives in palms scooping a fallen body and teeth asking if their ankle is OK.

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There’s a naked lad in the soft play.
I’m a grown up so I frown at his silliness
and avert my eyes like a camera operator
when a streaker runs on to a football pitch.
I wonder when chaos left my soul.
My clothes are heavy, bored,
as serious as the other grown ups.

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New Year’s Day is every day. It is who am I? It is the slap of Lycra and a £9.99 takeaway pizza. New Year’s Day is a bullseye. It is League Two long ball football. It is a painkiller, an orange juice, a LEGO octopus. New Year’s Day is a bagel with cream cheese and an old school friend. New Year’s Day is loss. It is hamstrings stretches. It is loss. New Year’s Day is the vegetable you’re quite looking forward to after a five-day festival, a stranger asking you how you’re doing, a lightbulb in need of replacing.

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