Why is it that whenever I work from home, it seems to be a day where everyone and their uncle arrive?

So far today we’ve had the local Avon lady call, and the postman with some sodding huge package for Herself that needed to be signed for.

This is a totally common occurrence – I’m at home, we get spudloads of people knocking on the door. I don’t mind too much, it keeps things varied – it does, however, drive Hound fucking barmy.