My poor neighbours must wonder whether I’m cleaning or partying. Even better, I’m now free of the weird conundrums that can go hand-in-hand with the privilege of having a cleaner. For those of us working from home, having a cleaner involves a merry dance of switching rooms or Zooming with the hoover in the background. Until then, though, I’ll carry on learning to be happier with less while wiring my brain to experience everyday tasks as positive and purposeful. And if my pay packet fails to make a comeback, perhaps a new career as a cleaner awaits.