A ten-minute play.
As my grandma’s health decline her love of quavers (UK crisps) increased. Visits were increasingly strange as she slipped from present to past, sometimes lost in memory, sometimes possessed with an urgent need to find her handbag. This play was written in remembrance of Mai Etherington.
Sue is looking after Mai and she’s not even her mother! Mai’s happy as long as she has her crisps and gets to watch her program. A study of difficult relationships.
Coming soon.