A once hot-mess, now just a mess, Harriet is about to learn that grief gives zero fucks about playing by any rules - and soon, neither will she.
Alone in her home and having just witnessed her Dad’s death days after her Mother’s, Harry discovers that there’s no shortage of people ready to move in.
With not a moment alone to grieve, Harry takes up Daisy’s offer of ‘cocktail hour’ which turns into a full blown, all night bender ending in theft, confusion and irreversible organ damage.
Harbouring the hangover from hell, railroaded from every direction and sick to death of everyone telling her what to do, Harry blows her fuse, hurting her only allies in the process.
Having deeply hurt both Daisy and Aunty Barb, Harry is forced to reconcile the damage, rethink her ideas of God and set fire to her past.
Harry discovers that with Daisy they make a badass m*therfckin’ team, taking funeral matters into their own hands.
The funeral is over and so is Harry’s life as she knew it. But a gift hidden in the final tape may just be key to her next chapter.
