I bought a sofa from Habitat in the 1980s. They guy in the shop swore blind that it would go with my carpet, not show red wine stains and still look cool when red braces for boys, big shoulders for girls and handbags for prime ministers had gone out of fashion. He, like many currently in the news, was a lying git. I want my money back. I won’t get it. If only I’d taken out a savings plan instead. How naive was I?
“The working-from-home illusion fades”
Are workers working from home more or less productive than those catching the 7.02am to London Bridge every day? ‘Probably sitting at home in their bleedin’ jim-jams’, said someone recently of a less-than-helpful call centre employee, the assumption being that, were they surrounded by colleagues and with a manager cracking the whip, he or she would have sorted his energy bill more efficiently.
