I am struggling today. After working on an exciting brief for a month, we were told yesterday to start again from scratch. Creatively today feels like one of those incredibly steep, winding stages of the Tour De France. But as I’m pedalling away, my son Joseph opens the door to my little office, and gives me this block.
‘Dadda have this piece.’
‘Thanks, mate.’
‘You’re welcome! Have fun doing some work!’
He then closes the door, happily trundling off to continue his day. And I thank the heavens that I can work from home, and that such an interaction is possible. It is so so precious.
Full disclosure: I did lock the door after he left. I have a fkn mountain to climb.