Wan? Well, his wife seemed to have inexplicably left him and his three children to fend for themselves.
The start of writer Danny Brocklehurst’s three-part drama was both subtle and enthralling, playing with your sympathies all along. We instantly sided with Greg (Eccleston) although you couldn’t help but think a darker plot line was double parked around the next corner.
Many things pointed to this. He was reading a book by Jon Ronson in a bar while waiting for an internet date to arrive. I’ve never seen that happen. Second, his first foray into conversation with his date involved a discussion about rubbish collection.
Still, we all know how traumatic it can be. We’re soon to convert to wheelie bins.
“It’s been a while,” he told his date. It’s going to be a while longer too, grieving Greg.
Finally Greg found a connection with the sandwich lady who visited his garage every day, now offering him substantially more than his regular tuna mayonnaise. But he wisely turned down the meal deal on their first encounter.
She was the best thing since sliced bread until she moved in and tempted the children to indulge in a friendly whisky at the dinner table. Bless you Brenna.
So 19 years married and now on the scrap heap with only his vinyl to keep him company.
Life is never that simple. Expect Greg to have been fiddling emission tests for Brenna’s big brother when we return next week. It might get really serious. What a relief, however, to connect with a BBC drama.
An early Easter miracle.
