So it's not "fat lady time" yet ... Offstage a chorus of DefMinions has sung, but only the few have been able to hear the words: onstage, the protagonists are huddled, deciding what their next bit is to be ("Cor Dammerung " ?) Perhaps it's to be a short duet, followed by Exeunt omnes to alarums and trumpets. Suspenseful, like Bayreuth, though an old phrase about jokes and pantomimes lurks in the dark bits of the mind.
In the distance, the writers of the next Act (called "March Financial Report") are getting restive, as there's a big bit they don't know what or whether to write. And the Fat Lady still waits in the wings for her cue, while the object of affections (?) stays grounded ... (no aspersions cast on the A400's shape).
