I am not sure about the premise of mid-forties women gadding around like recent graduates; perhaps when I'm that old, life will seem less tiring and I'll be having confidential tetes a tete over wine. But,somehow, I doubt it.
Some incongruities eg a GP having half hour appointment slots. They don't. My GP doesn't, anyway, because he always has the PC screen on display so I can see who's due in, who has failed to turn up and the diagnosis of those who have bothered. Appointments are 6 minutes. And my brother says locums can be useful because they are enthusiastic about taking their time to listen to patients, which is a luxury he can't afford.
I'm also not sure that a rich lawyer type would be relying on mucus and temperature when she could just pop to her neighbourhood independent pharmacy and buy an ovulation test kit - and surely the GP friend would have recommended that, even if the husband's book omitted it (unlikely in a book devoted to conception). Still, not as bad as that ridiculous premise in Lead Balloon the other week when a publicly listed company went bankrupt as a direct and immediate result of the share price falling...
I wasn't sure about the tastefulness of one of them being widowed in the September 11 attacks, but that's because the so-called dead husband will come back just as she's getting all down and dirty with the bloke who would be more attractive if he didn't look and behave exactly like that smarmy git Tory MP in Party Animals. If he was genuinely dead, it ought to have been, if not in the obvious but credible cliché of a road crash than at least in an industrial accident or when mountaineering/pot-holing/hand-gliding. Otherwise it is too much open to justifiable accusations of trivialising a real and specific tragedy.
I knew that the dull gauche office junior would make a pass at the lawyer woman. And it was so obvious that the serial shagger is going to end up in bed with one (or both) of the civil partnership couple, who must be the femmest dykes in the entire history of TV.
It will be interesting to see where it goes. If it deals with the euthanasia, the infertility, and other grown-up issues in a mature but entertaining way it might be quite classy, but if it's all Blackberrys, expensive lingerie and Starbucks (dated, provincial, downmarket), it will soon become tiresome.
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