On day one, we were up and at them at the crack of dawn in our most presentable outfits and perfectly parted hair. A week on and weve fully accepted that making it out of sweatpants, a messy bun and slippers should be considered a lifetime achievement. Were working from home, not competing for Miss World and PJs are all that fit us right now because the quarantine tuck shop located in our cupboards is open all hours. A slice of cheese at 11am, sure. Crackers at dawn, why the hell not? Lasagne...