off-character

a man opens his front door. takes off his coat. goes to the sitting room. looks around. sits on the sofa, and shouts. where's the remote control? no answer. the man gets up, goes to the kitchen, looks in the fridge, pours himself a glass of red wine. big gulp. pause. he shouts, again. honey, where's the remote control? the match's on in a minute. silence. the man breathes in. has another go at his glass, and breaks into tears. that man is me. my name is keith, and today my wife has finally left me.