Shame

Our building had another entrance round the corner in Charles II Street. That door was usually favoured by latecomers, but right then it was the only way into the building. Getting to the entrance that fortnight involved sidling past the police guards through the big blue plastic sheets that adorned each of the five roads into the Square. We were granted access because of the importance of our jobs.

I spotted an official plan lying around describing the square as 'sterile'.The situation was tragic, but I'm ashamed to say, the experience of going 'sterile' behind those blue sheets was exciting!