"...working late on a Friday evening, organising the annual team-building trip to Slough or volunteering to supervise the boss’s teenager on work experience..." --- I could do that, or I could go home and work on writing a novel, or read, or go to the gym, or learn a musical instrument, or work on ground school for a pilots license, or learn a martial art, or, or, or, or, or ad infinitum. The idea that any of this warrants comment and analysis is deeply, profoundly, alien and grim to me.