Later that evening, he ordered dinner through a delivery service—a sous vide chicken breast with vegetables. The application on his phone stated the meal would be delivered in half an hour, though he knew from past experience it could take anywhere from half an hour to an hour to arrive. Nevertheless, it got him out of cooking for himself and it would taste a hell of a lot nicer than anything he was able to prepare.
He switched on the television and watched the news and weather. The forecast for the next week showed rain almost every day. Summer had gone, as had autumn. Winter was in its dying throes, and accompanying it, the inclement weather. Tired of the bombardment of adverts, he switched to Netflix and found a comedy programme that he suspected might lift his blue mood. As he pressed
