23:00, Wed 2nd – Sat 5th May 2007 at ADC Theatre
Easter Week 1

“I’ve caught a cold. A germ. In my eyes. It was this morning. In my eyes. My eyes. Not that I had any difficulty in seeing you, no, no, it was not so much my sight, my sight is excellent – in winter I run about with nothing on but a pair of polo shorts – no, it was so much any deficiency in my sight as the airs between me and my object, the shades they make, the shapes they take, the quivering, the eternal quivering – please stop crying – nothing to do with heat-haze.”

Edward and Flora enjoy a happy country-side life. Goose for lunch, a garden flowering with clematis and convolvulus, and a plentiful supply of Chateauneuf-du-Pape. Nothing could be more splendid. But who’s that shady figure lurking at the back gate? Is he really just a match seller? There’s a slight ache in Edward’s eye, niggling away at his very core, and nothing will make it go away until he’s found out…