Every once in a while, I take the liberty to work from home, not only because I can, but because I actually get an incredible amount of work done when I’m not idly chit-chatting with people. Oh who am I kidding. It’s because I can. I mean, really, I have the interwebs.
The habits of a person who works from home is not unlike that of a food blogger. I’m in my pyjamas all day, trotting between the kitchen and living room in my Peter Alexander booties (which I adore and have in both pink and purple), scratching my butt (cos there is no one to see me ok) and wondering what to eat.
Actually, mainly I’m just wondering what to eat.