I’ve never had much of a commute at all in my working life.
When I was a Black Cab owner/driver, the taxi was parked in the integral garage on the lower floor of my house.
I had an Irish friend who lived just outside Dublin, he’d fly into London City Airport on a Sunday mid morning, where he’d have his taxi parked on the enormous taxi rank there.
He’d work virtually round the clock, grabbing some zzzzzs in a sleeping bag in the taxi, showering and shaving in a hotel just outside the airport, where he had an “understanding” with the concierge.
He’d work through until Wednesday midday or early afternoon, then park up at LCY, and fly back to Dublin, having Thursday, Friday, and Saturday with his family, before starting again on Sunday.
I also knew two brothers in the mid eighties, who lived in Spain from November until April, then came back to driving their taxis in London from May until October, staying with family.