Living on Mars: The Play

Henry had one good eye until the surgeon lost even that one’s lens down some drain. He had a wife he could call his own until she started to shack up very noisily with some young turk Australian postgraduate in his (Henry’s) own home. He had a housekeeper until she left in built-up disgust claiming Henry continuously confessed to some vague past unspeakable crime. Henry also had this itch which his new housekeeper – his wife’s cousin – could keep in check with her very personal fingernails....