as usual

It's quite odd wandering past tramworks when there's no heavy planting going on and the normal conversations of the normal construction staff can be heard, with their normal accents talking about normal things other than tramworks. You sort of half-expect them to be discussing new and amusing ways of severing water mains or improved techniques for commandeering huge swathes of road to park vehicles in; it's maybe just the unseen honchoes in the secret closed-off worlds of the shipping-container-style offices who discuss such things, in peculiar reptilian rasps.