I look out on my garden to see builders concreting it over. I am furious and scream at them to stop what they are doing. One young lad says ,"Don't worry about it mate, you'll be able to put your pots and flamingos and things all over it. It'll look great."
In exasperation I seek out the foreman who is up to his ears organising the lunches for his workforce which is now made up of primary schoolboys .
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