With a sharp eye and fine humor, Britt Banz tells of small and large catastrophes, acts of desperation and dear relatives.

In the petit-bourgeois idyll of a Bavarian village, Franzi struggles with the everyday madness between children, husband, part-time job and her exhausting parents. The calming tea from Aunt Hilde is just right. Grown by yourself, it flowers in the greenhouse that it is a real splendour. Even if Franzi is aware that Aunt Hilde is cultivating cannabis without knowing it, the nerve tea is far too good not to relax with it occasionally. When suddenly the police are at the door, Franzi has to intervene urgently, but the chaos has long since taken its course.