Spending the summer with his ex-wife, his children, his ex-gardener (and his ex-wife's new husband) was never going to be a good idea.
Perhaps Oliver should have expected the autobiography he was writing to be constantly sabotaged? Perhaps he should have guessed that he'd have scorn and derision poured upon him? But then Oliver was a philosopher, always happier with abstraction than reality, and the realities of his life have never been simple. Now they're about to come crashing down around him in the most unexpected and hilarious of ways.
