Division of labour

There may be something to be said for commuting after all. I journeyed into Edinburgh this morning to witness the arrival of a large number of cardboard boxes ostensibly containing my new bedroom. As per my prediction yesterday, I was late (courtesy of a missing bus) and the delivery was early. Sigh. Fortunately the delivery man had a light schedule and could afford to hang around until I arrived. All seemed in order with the delivery and, once it was piled away in the bedroom, I spent the remainder of the day working from my flat for the first time. It felt right and good.

I was surprised at the difference having a proper workspace makes. I've been sitting on my bed for the last few months, working with my laptop literally on my lap. It's not ideal, but it's comfortable enough, although I've felt my productivity working from home hasn't matched what I've achieved in the office proper. But today, for the first time in an age, I felt myself slipping back into my office mentality whilst at home. And I hadn't even realised I had an office mentality until now.

I'll be repeating the exercise tomorrow as well. I have to return to the flat to meet with and pay the plumber, who's finally finished, much to his palpable relief and mine. I've spent much of the last nine months creating extra work for him, and it was rather scary to hear him tot up the amount of time he and his colleagues have spent working in the flat. Suffice it to say that my flat has used up a considerable number of plumber-hours. Which I'll be paying for tomorrow.

Nevertheless I'm actually looking forward to the commute. There really is a first time for everything.