I'm sitting here by the window that looks out onto the land opposite where the old military hospital/pharmacy used to be. Where the council has threatened to put up flats for the last fifteen years. I look up from time to time and see a group of men in those overalls or suits that forensics wear and it obviously catches my attention being a nosy neighbour and all that. What now? Chemical warfare? Somebody chuck some Novochok over the wall that was erected to keep us all out? Gradually the scenario reveals itself. The mask starts to slip. They are all wearing the hoods up and masks on but one by one the masks come off and they all start smoking fags. One of them isn't wearing an overall. He seems to be a bit older and he starts having a bit of a friendly, son and dad scuffle with another bloke. Mainly they are standing around watching another guy start digging the earth with a pickaxe. Digging up or digging down. Who knows. The older guy chucks a can of something to one of them and he is laughing and making out he will open it and spray the others with its contents. More join in and one has been instructed to sieve the earth and chuck it into a wheel barrow. Geology students? Inmates on day release? There is a fat guy who is bossing the others around and now he is on the blower and the others stop working and wait for the next instruction. He passes the blower to the 'boss', looks down and starts dragging his foot back and forth through the earth as if he has done something wrong. All of them look concerned. Now not guilty. Now worried. The emotions are changing by the second. Now they are all furiously digging. A bunker by the looks of it. Maybe its the three minute warning. Watch this space....