(In this strange new world) Hours before the government did its latest u-turn in a long series of u-turns, telling people to work from home wherever possible, I was doing what turned out to be the contrarian thing. Commuting to the office for possibly the last time until well into the new year. I had things to collect and a desk to clear. When some semblance of the old normal returns, probably when reliable vaccines are available, I will no longer have a desk I call my home. I will be a hot-desker, probably going into the office once or twice a week at most. I chose to go early, leaving the house at 05:45 for a tram on the airport line shortly after 06:00. Prior to lockdown, my commute was something of a toxic affair and I’ve long suspected I’ve already had a dose of you-know-what. The airport line goes by several schools, a large hospital, a major Amazon fulfilment centre and culminates at Britain’s third largest international airport....
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