I'm writing this from my usual corner table at my local pub in Hartlepool. I'm nursing my second 0% ale of the afternoon and trying to look like I belong here, rather than someone who's turned Wetherspoons into my personal office.
My laptop is open, I'm tapping away quietly, and I've just ordered a round of chips to justify my continued occupation of this prime real estate. To me, that’s how working in public should be: a bit of self-awareness and basic manners.
