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To whom it may concern
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It was only yesterday that I happened to pass St Martin's, had time, and took the lift to look at the new crypt. Beautiful. Wonderful spaces, lovely architecture, a shaft of sunlight coming down through the lightshaft, wondrous. I only then discovered that there were TWO FLOORS BELOW GROUND, with a lovely meeting room, seen through windows, below. I looked for the lift to go down, and couldnt find one, saw only a wheelchair lift. AND IT SLOWLY DAWNED ON ME THAT THAT LIFT I HAD COME DOWN ON SERVED ONLY THE UPPER LEVEL OF THE NEW DEVELOPMENT, DIDNT GO DOWN TO THE LOWER FLOOR, WHICH THE PUBLIC WOULD ALSO BE USING, AND I WAS ABSOLUTELY SHATTERED AT THE UNBELIEVABLE MEANNNESS, TO HAVE ECONOMIZED ON THIS IMPORTANT DETAIL: IT TOOK MY BREATH AWAY
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I think it is shameful to turn in such a faulted job, to spoil the (exquisite) ship for a ha'pworth of tar. No doubt some high moral principle will be cited, but I regard it as simply shoddy.
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Peter Zander
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