The road was cordoned off by Horse Guards parade on Friday afternoon, because of some ‘function’ on the pavement beside the Treasury building: squat little marquee, squat little men drinking warm champagne and 30 odd police officers standing around in the street with truncheons.
As I herded with the crowd along the pedestrian detour I saw a blind man in a smart suit with a guide dog, fumbling in a panicky way at the police barrier. He worked in the Treasury opposite, he said, and though there’d been a gap in the fence 5 mins ago, which he’d popped through to walk his dog, it now seemed to have vanished.
I couldn’t see the gap either, so I called out to a nearby policewoman, and this is how the conversation went:
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