Freelancing in ‘a heatwave’….
My friends think I’m sat outside in flip flops and a vest, with a bottle of Sol, occasionally typing the odd word.
My clients think I’m sat outside in flip flops and a vest, with a bottle of Sol, occasionally typing the odd word.
Reality: I’m sat about two yards from the gloriously sunny outside world, with the door open, building up a nice sweat, hammering away on my keyboard… because if I go outside I can’t see the bloody screen!
So much for the freedom of freelance work. I think I’d rather be in an office, with the sun miles away, through thick concrete walls and plate glass windows.
Dammit!
Right, that’s it – I’m having a Magnum, in protest.