Books in cubes, tiny chairs and colourful messages occupy our schoolroom as the bell heralds that class is about to begin. We brace with a Pavlovian reaction from our anything-but-halcyon days of chalkboards, times tables and receiving the cane.

Caroline Craig, Juanita Navas Nguyen, Glynn Nicholas, Sara Zwangobani in Jonathan Spector’s ‘Eureka Day’ at State Theatre Copany South Australia. Photo by Chris Herzfeld.

The first of many surprises in this reincarnation of Jonathan Spector’s Eureka Day is that we find ourselves in a far more distressing situation than corporal punishment. We are at a meeting of woke parents cum school board members who are soy-latte-deep into workshopping their website’s inclusivity menu. Sandals come with socks, points of view come with passive aggression and we know we’re in a safe space because therapy’s favourite failsafe is here – knitting.

The quintet of seemingly stereotypical, well-meaning, enlightened folk with all the feels, engage in a round table discussion of an inescapably circulative nature. Within minutes, our eye rolling muscles ache and we start to shift uncomfortably. It might be our imagination, or a trick of the eye, but it feels like Meg Wilson’s...