WFH coming to an end

One of the joys of the past 18 months of working from home was the chance, every single day, to swing open the fridge and come up with new, dynamic and exciting ideas for lunch. SAID ABSOLUTELY NO ONE, EVER. If anything came to signify the drudge of lockdown life it was standing flat-footed in front of the cold, white cupboard, staring at the miserable same old same old. It was tiresome when you just had to feed yourself lunch; worse still, if you had a house full who also needed feeding… More here.

It’s fascinating watching how people, including myself, are coping with going back to the office. I was always desperate to go back, and I do realise that it will be good for me to go back, but a part of me simply cannot be bothered.

Categories: Articles

%d bloggers like this: