render your hearts and not your garments

8:30am, City of London.

Lots of blue denim on show, but nobody seems particularly relaxed.

The shops are boarded up, the offices have extra security guards outside ā€“ telling people off with video cameras.

There is a 10 foot of layer of metal barriers around the Royal Exchange.

“The truth is there, for those with eyes to see.”

I walk away from The City, along the river to work. I haven’t “dressed down”.