A girl trapped in what’s either her own imagination or a fantasy universe converses with a talking kettle, grandfather clock, her mirror image alter ego and a pair of warring oven clothes. They discuss fixing the toilet, play cricket and have a picnic. It’s as if Alice visited Wonderland on a day when nothing was really happening.
Eventually, the surreal banality morphs into a chance for childish heroine Sarah to get over the past and, through a final scene involving lots of snotty crying into her sleeves, she at long last says goodbye to the chattering household objects who have guided her.
Written for The Scotsman