For now, I am consumed by my immediate and, more specifically, improving it.

I pore over rich, shadowy Farrow & Ball greens for a new, imaginary flat; swiftly assemble my sixth Pinterest board dedicated to colour-coded reading rooms; or stalk very grown-up crumpled-cum-lovely linen sheets that Instagram thinks I need. Hours go by.

All the while, my fingers spasm under the weight of my phone, but I go on, still thirsty for more as I morph into the true human embodiment of the heart eyes emoji, desperately scrabbling to find a colour match for ‘green smoke’ that doesn’t bankrupt me and my family.

Then, inevitably, comes the feeling of gross selfishness and an hour or so of self-loathing. Of course, all this time stewing on my own horridness just makes it worse, and I eventually muster the energy to harrumph myself down the stairs for another home-cooked dinner feeling more deflated than ever.

I think what I am trying to do is called nesting. Pregnant women do it – although I am party only to a food baby. It is an animal survival instinct designed to protect new-born offspring from predators, to shroud your space in safety.

This crisis has left many of us feeling uneasy and alien in our homes. All of a sudden, work has violated our wind-down zones, and home has infringed on the professional. There is brutal inadequacy in craning over a laptop propped to eye-level on War and Peace (insert your own chunkiest book here), and having to issue yet another round of stark admonitions to possible interlopers before big Zoom meetings, while – later that same day – trying to relax with a glass of vino within those same four walls to a cacophony of popping Teams notifications.

Working from home of course has its benefits. Employers can see now that being in the office has little bearing on the standard of work, enabling those who need it – namely parents, those with disabilities or those more generally exhausted by the pace of the whole thing – to be more flexible while not feeling like the exception or the outcast for shunning a commute.

But, as many of us are now realising, our spaces are not up to scratch. If working from home is here to stay, we’re going to need that nest.

So, firstly and most importantly, I am going to feel less guilty about gorging on Pinterest and bulk ordering dried pampas grass.

And secondly, with many companies now looking to downsize, anticipating a cut to their property outgoings as their workforce shifts to a couple of days a week or more at home, there might be some excess cash floating around immediately post-crisis. Of course, there are priorities a-plenty more important than a comfy desk chair and a statement wall.

But leaders should also keep in mind the importance of their people, in the link between their wellbeing and productivity, how this interacts with the viability and comfort of their spaces – and consider reinvesting in them.