Our Joy' - also called Blossom, Sunshine and Blondie by the men in her life - walks down Fulham Broadway carrying her week-old baby, Jonny. Twenty-two, with bleached hair, shoes too high and too big, she dreams about 'oh, loads of things - to have something, to be something'. Then her husband Tom is sent to prison for thieiving, leaving Joy and Jonny to move in with Auntie Emm. This is Joy's story: a pink-lipsticked, mini-skirted tale of life, love and young motherhood in the sixties.