Eye-Sore

My eyes could have been forgiven for not believing what they were seeing as they left Moorfields Hospital this morning to be faced with this tortured perspective.
After two hours of straining, prodding, teasing and numbing during my regular glaucoma clinic check-up they deserved to be bathed in Angel Delight, not further challenged by yet another example of wilful, mindless facade-ism.
The bad news....forests of these idiot buildings are taking over London.
The good news....my world-weary eyes are stable and live to take on another round of touchy-feely in six months time. Hoorah !