'Hermia was up on the Heath and - well, they thought she may have been molested, but she can't remember, and the general consensus is that she probably dropped off and had some sort of a dream. But ever since -' Don is still carrying a torch for Diana, his childhood sweetheart. But Howard stole her away and now here is Don dropping in unexpectedly fifteen years later, with his mother's ashes in a plastic bag - not having been able to scatter them over Hampstead Heath as requested in her will. Howard and Diana have a daughter, Hermia, 14, who is prone to narcolepsy. Hermia is the spit of Diana when Don first fell for her, so all his old longings bubble dangerously to the surface...Here we are in Elyot-land, where regrets are stacked higher than the bottles of chilled Chardonnay, and where the wish to re-live the past can threaten normal moral restraints. Elyot is the master of thwarted desire and of the painful comedy that can ensue from the gulf between social decorum and the turbulent emotions that lie just beneath