Elephants (NHB Modern Plays)

Pound Family Home.’ Pictures of our holidays, years back – they’ll find a way to get hold of them. Whack them up on the website next to a picture of Kim Kardashian’s armpits. Slip Valerie and Dick a few hundred quid / for a quote.
DICK. Hey!
DAISY. They’re going to rip the rotting carcass of our family life apart, and they’re going to shit all over it. And, Mum – nice hair. Just had that done, did you? They’ll love that. Symptom of your total fucking wrongness. ‘Off at the salon as her junkie son lay dead.’ ‘Middle-class malaise.’ ‘Tip of the iceberg.’ Big think-piece. Editorial. We’re all on trial, the lot of us. And your little fairy-princess-castle-Jesus-hero story might be fooling everyone now, but come January, it’s over. And you need to fucking face up to that. (Running out of steam.) You have to face up to things. They – they say in the clinic… you have to – face it all. Or you get more hurt.

and took me outside and tried to make me feel better by giving me a Strepsil. Which was a bit weird.

Mum planted snowdrops in the garden for you. A whole bed of them.