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Hansard, National Theatre, London
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WHEN junior Tory minister Robin Hesketh (Alex Jennings) returns to his idyllic Cotswolds home after a busy summer week in Parliament, he finds foxes making a mess of his garden and his unhappy, drink-sodden wife Diana (Lindsay Duncan), ready to do some destructive emotional digging of her own.
Over the course of an hour-and-a-half without interval, the two sixty-somethings pick, poke and provoke as they range over familiar argumentative territory maritally.
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