I had a meeting today.
It was the kind of meeting where I would have worn a suit, if it was conducted face to face.
Or at least a classic European sports jacket and trouser combo.
Definitely a shirt.
So today I put on a shirt. For the first time in over 60 days. For a meeting. Via my MacBook Screen.
I still kept the shorts on. What they didn’t see below the table, wasn’t of their concern.
At least the shirt still fit. There was a small worry that might not have been the case.
And that was it. The meeting finished. leaving me dressed like someone rushing to a garden centre, straight after work.
In an ironed shirt.
Who said we can’t be normal in lockdown?