Mo is about to hit the big fifty, and some uncomfortable truths are becoming quite apparent. She doesn't understand either of her teenage children, which for a child psychologist is fairly embarrassing. She has become entirely grey. Inside and out. Her face has surrendered and is frightening children. Dora is about to hit the big eighteen...and about to hit anyone who annoys her, especially her precocious younger brother Peter, who has a chronic Oscar Wilde fixation. Then there's Dad...who's just, well, Dad - and there's a dog. Called Poo.