Libuše and her husband Jaromír have been together a long time, perhaps too long. It seems their lives have become mired in a vicious circle of enervation, which neither of them wants to admit. Libuše is fastidious about the housework, she swaps her wigs around and she tries to find out what the various stains are on her laundry, which maybe only she notices. For his part, Jaromír is more attentive to his garden gnomes than to his own wife. It would be difficult to say who lost interest in the other first. The couple might have spent the rest of their days like this were it not for the arrival of a motivational package from an agency called The Sun promising better things. A study of life’s declining years as a period in which simple whims become immutable laws, whose infringement is almost physically impossible.