This tonally odd play about Covid-19 and societal attitudes to the elderly takes its name from Boris Johnson’s infamous statement during the pandemic’s early days. Scripted by garland-adorned writer Henry Naylor and directed by the SoHo Playhouse’s Darren Lee Cole, the piece has all the personnel you’d want on board for a killer political satire . . . or harrowing psychological drama . . . or mordant black comedy. In fact Naylor et al don’t seem to have figured out exactly what they want their audience to feel.

In the first of her two mirrored lead roles, Emily Carding plays a late-90s career woman who’s fled to France to raise a family and escape her battle-axe mother. She’s left behind brother Frank (played by Naylor) as full-time carer. But not to worry, the most respected doctor in their area, Harold Shipman, has also taken dear mother under his wing. Yes, at the centre of this ‘drama-comedy’ is a heavily drawn analogy between Matt Hancock (or perhaps the whole British government) and Dr Death himself.

The second act pulls focus to a pandemic-era care home, with Carding as a cynical and harried nurse, with Frank now her selectively mute, trauma-addled patient. The material is thought-provoking but are we meant to laugh, cry, wince? Head along if you fancy trying to figure that one out.

Let The Bodies Pile, Gilded Balloon Teviot, until 28 August, 4pm.