Of all the pleasures of working from a home studio – and there are many – my hands down favourite is the optionality of dressing. If the entire day and evening can pass like this I consider it like finding Willy Wonker’s golden ticket. Yesterday was such a day.
So imagine my dismay when persistent knocking at the door sent me diving for cover, and crawling commando-style to the kitchen to see who was simultaneously calling my phone and watching the house from across the street. Duh, a handyman I’d organised to come. Cue the flailing arms of someone getting dressed in less time than it takes for a man to cross a street, and frantic patting down of the bird’s nest that was my hair. So many diaries, so many organisational apps, you’d think I’d use one. Apparently not!
