Middle aged large women in office, looking tired and not looking happy. Looks out of window
Image is dark and grey
Late at night
Same woman is on train dressed in summer clothes waving out the window of a train smiling
Move to see silhouette of a man walking away from train waving at her
Back to woman on train
Face changes
Voice over woman: thank fuck that’s over. NEXT!!
She takes a phone out of a big bag and opens a dating app and swipes no a few times as voiceover relays her thoughts
VOW: No. Eek, nooooo, fish are not sexy!!!!, nope, laughter erm no, oh get real, seriously
Pulls face of despair during this
She stops and lingers over a match
VOW: hmmm
Her face lights up and her eyes sparkle
VOW: yes please
She swipes the other way and smiles
Puts phone down and keeps smiling
Fade to blackout
Woman back in office head down working, office half empty, early evening, cleaners around
Grey and dark
Phone beeps and she looks at it, opens the dating app and smiles
VOW: yessssss
Frantically types on phone
Phone beeps
She digs headphones out of big bag
Dials number
Woman: hello you
Big grin on face
Normal lighting and bright
Woman leaves office in the dark skipping down road and grinning
Calendar 3 September
Daylight, cluttered house predominantly red, woman tidying up frantically, looks at clock
VOW: fuck
Gets out phone and types “running late”
Runs upstairs and comes down looking glamorous
Waterloo station, 1.25pm on the clock
A tall man with dreadlocks looks up, we don’t see his face yet
Voiceover male : she’s stood me up!!!!
Woman emerges from the escalator with a big bag from tube straightening her dress, catches sight of herself in a window
VOW: shit, so late, please be there
She walks along concourse looking manically towards the clock. She sees him but he is looking the other way.
VOW: turn around, no no don’t walk away
He turns around and she smiles. She walks towards him blushing. They embrace. He smells her neck and as they separate we see his face for the first time as they look at each other and smile
He is older than her, clean shaven and beautiful
Outside bar on southbank, sunny day. They are sat laughing and chatting
She goes to the ladies
VOW: shit he’s bloody lovely, stay calm, don’t just throw yourself at him, breath woman breath
She goes outside and can’t see him at the table.
VOW: fuck, he’s gone
Panic on face
VOW: and he’s got my bag!!!!
Frantic looking around
Then he appears
Rewind to him whilst she is in the loo
VOM: she’s taking forever, might as well look at the river
He picks up her big bag which is heavy
VOM: what the fuck has she got in here
He has a feel of her bag
Him: what have you got in here an axe
Big smiles
Him: shall we get down to some serious flirting
Her: sorry no, not feeling it
VOW: what did you just say!!!
Her: we can hang out though if you like
Him: sure
He looks disappointed. They walk along the southbank and talk
VOW: what are you playing at, think woman think. What would fleabag do. She’d drag him home right now
They keep walking and chatting and smiling
She suggests they stop for a sit down
They sit overlooking the river apart from each other
They keep chatting and smiling
She moves her hand towards his leg to touch him then retracts nervously
VOW: god I fancy him and I’ve fucked up. You stupid woman. He probably doesn’t fancy you anyway
Move to another outside bar, empty bottle on table, lots of flirting, his eyes sparkle
Lots of chatting
She goes to loo for a long time
VOW: it’s my round but I bet he wants to go
Takes out phone and checks price of an uber home
Back outside
Him: thought I had lost you again
Her: no, but it’s my round.....or I have a cheeky red at home
They look at each other knowing what will happen
They run hand in hand to find Uber driver giggling
They run out of the cab into hers
Calendar takes off 4 days with a voiceover of mutual giggling and pleasurable noises
He leaves hers and kisses her passionately on the doorstep
Him: see you in 2 weeks
He swaggers down street
She leans against wall and falls to the ground
Calendar on screen showing next two weeks and hand ticks off each day but stops 3 days later
She opens the door and smiles
VOM: I couldn’t stay away
Giggles
Calendar ticks off days and months
Image of them hugging in the middle of a green field surrounded by hills
Both voices: happy new year
Kissing sounds
News stories, pandemic, lockdown
Driving away from a city
VOW: I’m scared
They hug
They arrive back to the green place
Laughter and giggles fade to be replaced by bickering
Untidy house
Raised voices
VOW: I want my home
VOM: fuck off then
Tears
They look at each other both different from who they were
Door slams
Car drives away
Miles on dashboard going up
She opens her front door
She sees his vape on the table and his shoes in the corner. Close up of her eye as a tear trickles down
VOW: what have I done, I don’t want to be here
She bursts into tears and runs up the stairs
Shot of her restless in bed staring upwards
Angry VOM: you left me, you hurt me, I can’t trust you
Tearful VOW: I know, I know
She sobs into her pillow
A positive pregnancy test gets thrown in the bin
A negative pregnancy test gets thrown in the bin
She is in a surgery having a blood test
She is back in the bedroom
Other voiceover: yes miss xxx I can confirm the menopause has started, you are not pregnant
She cries and holds her stomach clearly mourning the loss of ever having a child
She walks downstairs to a room full of colour, less red, yet tinged grey and looks outside at the view which gets greyer to greyer to complete blackout
Calendar 3 September
Woman in house carefully gets ready and is calm
She carefully puts everything in a big bag for a potential overnight stay
VOW: stay positive
She looks in the mirror
VOW: looking good
She keeps checking the parcel tracking app
VOW: just deliver it!!!
Rushes out the house
Rushes back and picks up phone and looks at time
She is now a hot sweaty mess
VOW: fuck
Man in other house opens parcel with face masks and bandanas. There is a card with a picture of the clock at waterloo station showing 1.00pm
Waterloo station, 1.20pm on the clock
Woman dashes towards it and waits
The end...
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