Katharina - or Katharine, or Kate, or The Shrew, she isn't sure which - is trapped. She drinks. She folds the laundry. She throws things. She reminisces. About her father, who never seemed to care. About her sister, who figured it all out better than she did. And, most and least, about her husband, who made it all happen and who destroyed it all in equal measure. A new piece of solo theatre about what it means to be someone, what it means to be a woman, and what it means to be trapped in our own underwhelming destinies.