We were talking over dinner about the shutdown of everything and self-isolation that’s more than likely to happen in a week or two. “It’ll be like one long snow day” my daughter wisely said. I can just remember the winter of ’63, which was one very, very long snow day. My parents had to abandon the Ford Anglia on the way home on Boxing Day and we and most of the country were then stuck at home for weeks. I guess the war was only as far away as 2002 is now and the maybe Blitz spirit lingered on. But actually, this will be like a hard winter in many ways. Just warmer and no snowballs.
“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.
