After 9am change creeps in at the edges.
Until now there has been no colour here. No flamboyance or daring. The people wear black and grey, ties and heels. The only exception is the fluro green shirts of the hard hats on 'smoko'. Yet their conformity is similarly inscribed by colour.
After 9 o'clock there is a gap.
In walks a checked shirt with rolled-up sleeves and beige corduroy trousers. He is prominent beside his companion in non-descript pale blue shirt and tie.
Soon after a red jacket strides in.
A sky blue umbrella.
A fitted cardigan with spotted collar and cuffs.
And there, an open-necked shirt strides past, swinging a supermarket-bag-lunch beside him.
A brown zipped-up knit is closely followed by yellow tie, who mocks the dress-code by an overstated bowler hat. This young Rumpole twirls an oversized umbrella as if a walking cane.
A solid African man in a serious suit has chosen a lolly-pink tie and carries an umbrella in pastel purple.
After 9am a breath of fresh air blows through a city office.
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