I love, love, love [did I mention love?] working for myself.
For many reasons.
One of which is this: on a Monday morning, at the end of the longest, greyest, wettest, depressingest Winter in the history of the Entire Known Universe, when for some miraculous, unknown and startling reason the sun comes out and the wind stops blowing...you can go oustide. Without telling anybody. And possibly in your pyjamas [because you may or may not have managed to get dressed yet]. And you can lie on the warm decking and close your eyes and inhale Vitamin D and do absolutely nothing but listen to the gentle cooing of your favourite pair of love.birds.
You can do all that and then you can get up and happily leave it all behind because you're so keen to keep working on that crazy project you're developing.
Life, my friends, is good.
