There’s a perennial bestseller called The 4-Hour Work Week written by self-help author and annoyance Timothy Ferriss. I hate this book, because it’s based on earning passive income through a few weird tricks that feel neither possible or scalable for normal people, and proves little more than the ability of self-help authors to generate passive income by writing turgid nonsense like The 4-Hour Work Week.
But, this week, I realised a four-hour work week is possible, so long as you mean a week in which you are literally only allowed near your desk for four hours, because your child is at a new nursery, and constantly catapulting home during the mandated settling-in period.
