I'm working from home today, by which I mean of course I'm at home whilst being paid. For form's sake, I've had to fire off a few emails over the course of the morning. The joy of WFH is that you can sit in your jimjams and drink tea, but pretend to yourself that you're aiding the country's balance of payments deficit, or something.
I particularly enjoy being at home during the school day because I'm good at it. I have the mentality of a pensioner. I fill my day with domestic tasks, and complete them religiously whilst Radio 4 blares in the background. By lunchtime I always feel as if I've really achieved something, the exact inverse is true of my time in the workplace, which is filled with nebulous meetings and middle-management brouhaha.
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