Daniel thinks the shade his wife has painted their dining room is the colour of indigestion. Then, Daniel doesn't seem to like very much about his wife at the moment. She's pregnant and loving it... but Daniel, "confined" to a wheelchair since his accident doesn't even have the anticipatory joy of fatherhood. The baby is not his, but the product of a sperm donation programme. He is a mass of self-denigration, barely subdued self-pity and seething resentments.