It feels strange now to recall that two years ago we had just entered a three-month stretch of government-enforced hermithood after the first wave of Covid struck. Living alone, forbidden from spending time with anyone else, my social life consisted of Saturday nights in front of my laptop doing a virtual pub quiz. It quickly became the new normal, but now I wonder how I ever adjusted.
One of the aspects of lockdown living I would like to reintroduce, though, is working less. As someone who is freelance for part of the week, for a while there was just less work available. And so, having written about the theory of the four-day week, I found myself living it in practice. Lucky enough to afford to take the hit, I discovered I loved having more time to myself – even though there wasn’t actually that much to do.
