I just love a drawing room play, and W. Somerset Maugham’s The Constant Wife offers all of the froth, ambiguity and sly humour that you would expect.

The story is relatively simple – Constance Middleton’s friends are aware that her husband, John, is having an affair with her best friend, Marie-Louise. The friends are busting to tell Constance but despite their broad hints, she is seemingly oblivious. Seemingly… actually, Constance has her own approach to extra-marital activity, and as John talks himself into a corner, it seems Constance is not quite in the precarious position her friends thought.

“Oh, my dear, you mustn’t be offended just because I’ve taken away from you the satisfaction of thinking that you have been deceiving me all these months.” Continue reading →