How we love a bit a drama. The roof being used on Centre Court caused endless chat and speculation (partly to fill time) partly because it all added to the tension. And of course in fiction, drama is what makes the book tick along. I'm reading Hollinghurst's The Stranger's Child at the moment, which I love, and is a series of tiny dramas and unravellings of plot and revisiting and rediscovery. It's been described as a kind of Middlemarch and so it is.
But these dramas have to be earned, which is why, in my humble opinion, The Archers has gone so sadly adrift and is likely to implode. You cannot impose dramas from the air, as it were. They have to be grown and nurtured and paced, because if you have too many, you just get sick, like eating too may chocolate bars - or seeing Murray play a final every day. And there's as much drama in a slug eating a prized cabbage, if the moment is well enough earned, as there is in all this implausible stuff about giving evidence in court.