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Date: 04 July 2006 12:58:40
Today I returned to work after a week ill in bed (queue sympathetic noises). And it would be fair to say that my journey to work was traumatic. There were road works. Lots. They (whoever they may be) are digging up the roads in the centre of this lovely ugly town. All of them.
I knew it was planned. I'm in the business after all. I've stopped and read the public notices. I've viewed the published plans and perused the programme. But I didn't think they'd start on time. I didn't think that I wouldn't have chance to say goodbye to my old friend.
I wrote back in the beginning (11/04/03, to be precise) about my journey to work. I wrote again and again . The underpass was my place to take a deep breath and prepare myself of the start of the day. My place to let out that sigh as I journeyed home. Now my place is going... not quite gone, but well on the way.
I walked past the traffic diversions and around the site fences. I glanced towards the machines tearing up the historic concrete arched tunnels. Watched the reinforcement bars pulled out high into the air and thrown down without a second thought. I paused in a moment's silence. Then crossed the road and when into my office.
I will have to pass this site twice daily. I will have to watch from my 5th floor window the passing of another era. I will not cry. Life must go on.