After what seemed like an interminably cold and miserable winter and spring, things have finally warmed up.
My office is a time machine. Even though I enjoy much of my job, humans didn’t evolve to sit at a desk and a few hours spent in that cave-like space can stretch time and induce the desire to escape. When slithers of blue tease between the beige blinds promising a more vibrant existence beyond those corporate, blu-tack stained walls, it’s good to realise that flexi-time was made for days like these.