by Anna Maxted
We’re all used to WFH by now. But few of us have been brave enough to take it to the next level. Today I didn’t even roll out of bed to start work. I’m still sitting in it, propped up on pillows, wearing what I slept in. Yes, I work from my bed. Also, my husband Phil works right next to me.
I accept that it is a career and relationship goal, made possible by the nature of our work as writers. (Brain surgeons and bus drivers, that’s not for you.) Also, our kids are teenagers and walk to school, so the sum of morning parental chores is basically friendly. At 8.30 the house is quiet,