The perils of WORKING FROM HOME

‘A new schedule has emerged. Three doors slam every morning – none of them the front door’

I’ve worked from home for many years. An empty home, that is. After the last member of the family would slam the front door, I’d turn up the music and freestyle a dance interpretation of anything from Mozart to Motörhead. It was the equivalent of a dog’s morning walk or a toddler’s waking tantrum – a necessary eruption of energy to kick-start the day. Once settled at my desk, I’d quickly crack on with work, resolving knotty  problems in