Spring cleaning

The building in which I work is currently having a facelift, it’s grown a carapace of scaffolding poles and a new plastic skin (of which, more abstract musing to follow – with pictures). Today the workmen are cleaning the wall outside my windows with high pressure water hoses.

It sounds similar to being in a car wash.

I can’t shake the vision of actually putting a building through a monumental car wash on a conveyor. The city periodically moving on rails and returning waxed and shiny with polished iron work and fresh paving slabs.

Today I will be smiling.