Every woman should have A Room of One’s Own, to quote Virginia Woolf and personally I couldn't agree more, especially as this morning, my wonderful husband keeps interrupting me while I’m trying to write.
I was really lucky when I was at work as for many months I had an office to myself. It was up at the top of the building right at the end of the corridor and only the very brave or desperate used to venture up there. And whilst I used to joke that I could die and no one would notice, I didn't really appreciate just what sanctuary that office provided.
Here at home, I've tried to carve out my own space - I have a desk in the corner of the dining room - which is more than some people have, I know, but it still feels like a busy train station some days. It’s in the middle of two doors and the boys will often walk past their Dad to ask me a question, even when I've told them I'm working. And when my husband is working locally, which he is today, he tends to pop in and out asking me if there are any emails for him, or finding me things which urgently need to be done.
If that's not bad enough, I can't believe the number of cold callers who pester during the day. I try to leave the phone on answer phone, but as that is in another room, I often find myself going to check it just in case it’s anything urgent.
And then there are lovely friends who think that because I’m working from home, I’ve plenty of time to chat! ARRRGH!