Dee Devlin is sick of rotating her underwear to the dictates of her diary, sick of watching men search for their socks at one in the morning - sick to the back molars of always being the mistress, never the wife.
Yet how does she locate Mr Single in a world full of married men? At forty, sh's missed the boat on 18-30 holidays. A Lonely Hearts ad generates only one congenial companion from a stack of no-hope replies - a six-foot transsexual called Ann. And, despite her friend Gilda's advice, Dee fails to detect and Adonis amongst the would-be waiters and Father Christmases who daily audition for commercials at the Soho casting studio she runs. Is Gilda right - should Dee set up a casting session to find Mr Single? Or should she console herself with her five-carrier-bags-a-day shopping habit and the companionshipr of her designer cat, Mabel?