Much, much earlier today - around twenty hours ago (and I'm still at DFW, waiting on a delayed flight - a flight that we were lucky to get seats on after our earlier flight was cancelled) I grabbed this picture from the Hammersmith Flyover, of the office block where my father spent thirty years or so of his working life. It seems to be be being refurbished, though nothing can really improve the view of the M40 on one side and a cemetery on the other. I'm amazed that it hasn't received the same tear-down fate as most buildings around here. It must have been the most soulless place to work - I don't recollect my father ever complaining, but there again, I don't suppose he had a great deal of choice in the matter.
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