Full moon rising

The Architect doesn’t sleep well when the moon is full. Agitated and restless he turns and turns. Despite an early night, the full oblivion of sleep never really comes. At 5.30 am, lying awake in bed, he makes a virtual tour of the site. After having made the rounds at least 36 times the roaming somnolent self seems to be homing in on one particular spot. Why?

The unconscious has obviously spotted something and is tapping annoyingly on the thin dividing partition between dream and reality.

At last with an awakening ‘lightbulb hovering above head’ style flash – a picture of the open formwork on the first floor comes into focus – no horizontal slot opening between kitchen and living room.

On site at 8. Not too late. Caught in time. Sigh of relief.

He gives a big thank you to the full moon and absent mindedly wonders why there’s one less workman on site and how the hot shower still hasn’t managed to shift the dried blood and earth from under his finger nails.