Alice is on the morning tram, observing her fellow passengers, colouring in their backgrounds – who they are, what they do. As she tells us about everyone else, it’s clear that there’s something that’s not being said. Eventually, performer Amelia Dunn admits it: she’s lost something. Her libido. It’s gone. She feels nothing down there.

This one-woman show is a magnificently crafted story of a woman’s quest to find herself again – and not just the way to ‘gaz-town’. She tries recreating times she’s been successful, reading the self-help section at the bookshop where she works, and even therapy, where she dons interesting headgear in an effort to relate. It’s much, much more than that though – it’s how Alice gets back in step with the rest of the world, in work, love and life.

The characters are well-defined, each with beautiful minutiae that suddenly has much more relevance to the narrative – there are so many strands here, but they are expertly braided together to colour in Alice’s story. With tales of life-long friendships, lovers, jobs and the nuances of female relationships, it’s funny yet moving, relevant and relatable – sadly, more for women than men, yet Dunn includes us all.

Don’t be put off by its location in the West End, or even its start time: both are irrelevant in comparison, though this show needs a bigger stage. Lost Property is an extraordinary and vital piece of theatre.