The underpass beneath the Marylebone Road, running from Baker Street Station, has been closed for a couple of months. This has had little practical effect on the human traffic crossing from one side to the other, except to make it slightly more dense and fraught than before – you have to be alert, nimble and ruthless in casting aside those who are neither alert nor nimble when going from north to south, the pedestrian lights being sadistically timed that way.
Also, the kiosk selling waffles has disappeared, and although I discovered long ago that spending £3.50 to smear whipped cream and chocolate all over my face was an extravagance too far, it really wasn’t doing much harm.
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