I’ll happily admit that I’m not the world most observant person. A lot of things get by me. But, generally, I tend to notice big explosions within a mile or so of me¹.

So why did I not notice these things coming down? Because I was outside, on the banks of the river, between about 1855 and 1915 on Friday, and heard not a peep. Certainly not the sounds of three demolition charges…

Maybe I’m just getting deaf in my old age. That must be it. Shame, because I’d have liked to see them falling. I’m odd like that, y’see.

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¹ – unlike certain family members I could name, who’ve slept through 1,000lb bombs half a mile up the road…