This isn’t work. Or is it?

My daughter asks me if I’m going to be working during our trip away. I tell her I will be writing, not working. But writing is your work, she says.

We’re sitting in a hotel room in Hackney. We live in London but for the first night of our holiday, we’re swapping boroughs rather than county or country.

I pull out my phone and start dictating into the Notes app. Hotels inspire me. Being away energises me. Change is my inspiration.

Are you going to be working while we’re away? my daughter says.

It’s just…