Dear Brutus

A whimsical, slightly mischievous world unfolds in a dimly lit drawing‑room where light and darkness seem to hold a quiet contest. As the curtains rise, we meet a handful of eccentric ladies—Mrs. Coady, ever‑cheerful and a touch nostalgic; the intense, gypsy‑spirit Mrs. Dearth; the gentle Mrs. Purdie; and the bright‑eyed Joanna Trout—each poised to step into a night that promises more than ordinary conversation. Their playful banter, the creaking of a mysterious switch, and a garden bathed in moonlight set the stage for a gentle comedy of manners that tiptoes between the ordinary and the fantastical.

In this opening act, the household’s quirks are revealed through a series of amusing misunderstandings and subtle hints of hidden magic. The stage décor, a blend of masculine handiwork and delicate feminine touches, mirrors the characters’ overlapping lives, while the ever‑present garden outside suggests secrets waiting to be whispered. Listeners are invited to linger in this charmingly odd tableau, where every whispered invitation and half‑lit corner hints at the delightful twists that lie just beyond the first turn of the scene.