There were flowers outside the fire station again this morning when I passed, huge banks of them. Last night there was a massive fire in one of the tower blocks just outside the city centre and two of the firemen from this station were killed. Their photographs were on the news this morning and one was a face I recognised, I’ve smiled and said good morning to him many times on my walk to work and it turns out he actually lives in The Crescent. Although I didn’t know him it brought a lump to my throat to see the messages on all the cards.
It was hard to deal with all the moaners on the phone today especially as we could all see the blackened stain on the wall of the tower block from our office window.