I have rooted out the drawing by the Roma girl whose name I have forgotten :-( - the drawing was in a sketch pad I had found abandoned in which I doodled drawings and thoughts. I see that I have written on one page an idea for a one act play called "Our Man in a Coracle". It was set in a living room where a man pretends to set off on a voyage. Quite sad. He is interrupted by the door bell. I can see in some ways that this one act play has affinities to The Wind in the Willows and Three Men in a Boat - it is about escaping the rat race - not that Rattie can escape! We all want to escape from suburban life or from housing estates. I used to dream like Mr. Polly of going to exotic places when I stamped invoices ín an office that was very Dickensian. As all the baskets of invoices landed on my part of the long desk - my mind drifted. Oh if only. It was the promise of a Bounty Bar. :-)) . Anyway have a look at the drawing and then look at my essay on complacency - in the scheme of things - there is a connection. The character in the play screams:
"I am not here! I am at sea! I am in the middle of the Saragossa Sea! You can't come in. I am not here. " He gets back into the plastic tub. Sails away. The knocking resumes. "La di la Life on the Sea is for me" he sings. The knocking continues.
Strange how I forgot about this one act play - one designed to be performed in anyone's living room!