It will not always be so quiet (August is notoriously quiet as most of Europe flees desperately to the frothy edges of the continent), but being able to concentrate on one thing at a time without somebody whining feels very much like a luxury. Walking on the pavement without wheels and bags and babies is a luxury. Having clean clothes all day is a luxury. Having adult colleagues, all of whom are great, is a luxury. Leaving the office at 5pm, is a massive, massive luxury. And this is all before they've even paid me or given out the luncheon vouchers.
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