Five
“People laughed at me for redecorating a rental. But, y’know, it’s only money” — Francesca BoyleIsaac awoke at 10:30am. Late for him, even on a Sunday morning, but it had been a restless and largely sleepless night.
He got up, showered, dressed, and headed down to the kitchen. It took barely five minutes for Isaac to assemble his breakfast — coffee, juice, and a bowl containing the last remnants from the cornflakes packet. He poured milk into the bowl and started eating, idly reading the milk label as he did so. The “use by” date was two days ago. He pondered the significance of this, and decided there was none — it was still clearly milk, not yoghurt, so he would keep using it. As if to emphasise the point to himself, he poured another dash of milk into his coffee.
As he munched o
