17th
June
2013
Old habits die slowly
An uncomfortable calm covered the ladn, as the workers laid down their hammers and shovels and unidentified but expensiv battery powered tools. The union had warned us. Either the deal gets sweeter, or the job will have to wait. The mayor, falling into his common role of accountant with an ax to grind, kept repeating the mantra: “Two hundred thousand a day. One million a week”, before tearing up and turning away from the assembled journalists. Tune in tomorrow for the next chapter in our latest serial.
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