in a tiny village in Cornwall being woken up by a child dancing to YMCA at 7am.Tanya and Andrew live like The Good Life if it was set in a fishing port and Barbara was played by an angry Jewish woman.
Andrew, Tanya’s husband, is a Tory-voting stand-up comedian (it is hard to tell if his politics is part of his act), who spends his days looking after the chickens and baking bread in the Aga while Tanya furiously tweets about feminism.I hear them fighting in bed over who’ll do the morning shift and US politics.
And catch them kissing over the dishwasher at night. They have the kind of imperfectly perfect relationship that Richard Curtis romcoms are made of.I, meanwhile, haven’t even managed a meet-cute.