I'm feeling very proprietorial about a construction site I walk past most days of the week. It's the site of where the Heron Tower will eventually stand.

There's a sense of almost impending parenthood within me whenever I walk by; when when will it happen, when will I catch myself turning the corner of Camomile Street and see the first nubs of foundation pillars poking their heads over the perimeter fence?

But today was like any other day, nothing but the steady peck-peck of diggers and the sound of pummelling drills. Surely the seed-bed must be ready by now. You've been labouring in the hole for months.