The sandbags are gone.
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| Crack troops |
For months they were stationed in their hundreds, the length and breadth of the High Street. Suddenly, last week they disappeared - collected in a single day, removed to some mass sandbag repository or wherever sandbags go to die.
Oh dear, I think I'm missing them.
I'd got used to dodging them on my way to work. They moved those
sandbags: they moved in mysterious ways. A sandbag you might have seen curled hard against an
air brick one day, would reappear the next, slumped in a flower bed
or parked on a grassy verge.
