BY LUNCHTIME, I’D HAD enough. With hard-hat donned, I went outside in search of distraction and decided to take at look at exactly what they were doing with the building. From the structure of the brickwork, it appeared as though it might end up as an apartment complex, despite the lack of windows and roof.
I strolled round to the rear, to see if I’d get a clearer idea from that angle, and turned the corner to the contracted workers on their break. They nodded in greeting, obviously still curious as to my identity, and my presence. I considered ignoring them, but fast changed my mind when one waved a sandwich from his lunchbox at me.
I strode over. “What’s on it?”
“Chicken, cucumber, mayo ... ‘you hungry?”
“I’m always hungry.” I smiled as I took it. “Thanks.” I pushed up to sit beside
