Dear LPG, 

I was sittinbit better.  I would listen to Capital radio and the pop music helped, although at 11 o’clock each night they would feature a ghost story which worried me even more. 

By the beginning of the third week I noticed that when I got to the ‘state room’, a bust of the man himself was above the door and his eyes were in the middle.  I was studying art and every artist knows that if the eyes are drawn or sculpted so that they are looking straight ahead, no matter where you are, they always appear to be looking at you.  

All the cleaners came together for a lunch break in the middle of each night and I really enjoyed those.  We would chat and I did mention my concerns but was told that everyone feels that initially but I would get over it in the end. 

I am afraid that the end came two days later for me.  That was as much as I could stand.  It was not the job or the people, who I will always rate as some of the best workmates I ever encountered, but Lord Nelson’s piercing eyes forced me to hand in my notice after three short weeks and now, even though he is so far up that I can’t see exactly where he is looking, every time I look to the top of Trafalgar Square I feel that he is looking down at me…

WV, Crofton Park.

LPG found a little information about the building and the man…

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