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Bridge of sighs

My own Bridge of Sighs is a footbridge across the A12. It links the industrial estate where my office is based with a residential area opposite. The only time I ever cross that bridge is when I'm on my way to the dentist.

I haven't crossed the bridge in four years.

As you can imagine, I was a bundle of nerves on my way over this morning. It looks like there's work to be done so I'm not perfectly happy, but I'm a changed person since yesterday. (For a start, I no longer balk at the word "teeth".)