Demolition

With His Lordship suffering from a post-flight- man -cold, I set off at the crack of dawn on my own to purchase bedding for boy David's rented flat. An early start meant an empty shop and the sole attention of a helpful assistant, which ensured I was home after a restorative coffee and some food shopping by 11am.

This scene is the devastation that stands between me and access to John Lewis. It seems to be taking as long to demolish the old St James Centre as it will to rebuild it.