Hidden from memory

The Client visited the site on Sunday. A perfume of barbecue accompanied her visit. In T-shirts, some of the local population were out and about in their gardens, sneaking in a positive Global Warming opportunity to grill a few endangered species.

The ground floor slab has been poured. Only the starter bars mark where the future walls will be. With the next stage The Architect can start to forget the overwhelming extravaganza of concrete and steel that the The Engineer and the Soil Consultant deemed necessary to stop The Clients modest house sinking forever without trace into the alluvail deposits of the nearby river. Hidden from memory below the ground it will stay, until, as The Builder so eloquently puts it 'Some poor sod decides to demolish it in a hundred years time!'

Archeoligists examining the ruins will assume from their calculations that a building of at least ten storeys dominated the surrounding primitive settlement......a lighthouse? a fire station? a folly?