Simon is 41 and just a little bit off being divorced.
His wife and daughter communicate with him through withering looks of disdain (whenever biting sarcasm doesn’t seem appropriate). He lives in a small 1 bed-roomed gatehouse whilst the remains of his family share the four-bedroomed well-appointed, detached property that used to be called the family home.
And now, to cap it all, he has cripplingly embarrassed his soon to be ex-wife, his daughter, his cloyingly caring best friends, and, indeed, most of the village at a fundraising event.
Life is simply not going well. So the added complication of an unplanned day out with his new-found friend - the cocaine-snorting and extremely-gorgeous model wife of his jailed aristocrat landlord - does not feature high on his list (or expectations) of ‘things to do over the weekend’.