I don’t know about you, but I hate working from home.
I’m never going to be at my most productive when I can log on from bed and there’s a pile of laundry looming over my workspace.
The idea of lugging my bulky laptop across London to go and sit in a café all day has never appealed to me either.
But a friend recently suggested I try working from a fancy hotel, and it sounded like it could be a real game-changer.
So, last Thursday, I packed my bag and headed into central London bright and early to see if I could find a bougi...


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