A love story, the association of two alcoholics - so, by definition, a tragedy. You can but pity the hopelessness of committed alcoholic..
"Tam takes the urn to a rose bed in the middle of the garden. It seems an appropriate resting place for one who had been at the middle of all their lives - someone who they had, all of them, loved and tried to help - and failed."
Michael, a dis-functional lawyer, enters a rehab clinic, where he meets Lottie, interior designer, Kensington socialite and a hardened alcoholic. Both wounded in their different ways, they prop each other up amidst the rigorous regimes of a rehabilitation clinic. A relationship develops between them, but, Montague and Capulet-like, it is a forbidden relationship - because relationships in early recovery are strongly discouraged.
Back in Kensington, living with Michael, Lottie relapses, spinning into a tragic downward spiral and leaving Michael to ask himself whether he is the one to blame for her downfall.
A tragedy - but not all doom and gloom, because the committed alcoholic has the same fatalistic sense of humour of many who are afflicted with a terminal illness.