I saw a mouse, where, there on the stairs, where on the stairs, right there. A little mouse with clogs on well, I declare, goin’ clip-clippety-clop on the stair. ( A Windmill in Old Amsterdam)
I had a meeting today with someone sitting on the stairs! And it was a perfectly helpful, civilised meeting. Except it was on the stairs! I felt like I should ask if he was ok. But he was clearly ok and neither banished from his living room nor relegated from the study. I think he was simply between rooms and chores and the stairs was a convenient place to stop!
How brilliant it is that the new working world means we’re more flexible in not only when and how we work, but also where.