The other day I got into the office early to find a young colleague noisily munching his way through a bowl of Fruit ‘n Fibre at his desk. Just behind him his dry cleaning was hanging on the coat stand, and on the back of his chair was a damp towel.
“Doesn’t he have a home?” I thought.
But of course he does. The thing is that, like many office workers, he doesn’t distinguish between being at home and being in the office….