One of the things life has taught me is to never look back. Keep moving forwards and if you do need to look over your shoulder to remember things that have past, make it a brief glimpse. Looking back always makes me feel a little miserable – I don’t know why, it just does. With the recent move (wow was it really September?), I’ve done my best to ignore the good memories of Brady Avenue and our sweet little house and focus on the stonking huge place I have now, which I dispise because it doesn’t particularly feel like a home – that’s because it is has a dual function. Anyhoo, a little birdy told me that the person who bought our old place has turned it into a building site and has been busy ripping the guts out of it. That was to be expected because it seems that with the advent of all these property development shows on the TV, everyone wants to make a quick buck and the easiest way of doing this is to invest in property and “modernise”.
I knew this would happen with my old place, but it is the little things that cause a pang of regret and sorrow. Like I knew that the tree that had stood in the front garden, the one that had been planted when the house was originally built and had lived a mighty 50+ years – the only tree left in the road – the tree that was “protected” by a restrictive covenent on the deeds to our home – has been cut down. I always get sad when trees are cut down for no real reason other than them being an incovenience. I knew it would happen with the one at Brady Avenue, but I was hoping that the restrictive covenent would some how protect said tree. Nope.
Anyway, from what I’ve heard from my contact back in the old country, it sounds as if Mr K is doing exactly what I thought he would do and put a couple of driveways into both our old properties. One of the bugbears of living at Brady was that despite owning two properties there and only having one modest motor vehicle for transport, it was getting increasingly difficult to park in our own road. Parking problems is something you associate with central London but we were beginning to experience it as most families have more than one car and these small roads just cannot support that amount of vehicles. Also, some folks seemed to be attracted to our road, park up and walk to their homes around the corner. Anway, to stop babbling, on more than one occasion The Missus was forced to park in the next road or two roads away.
With two driveways being installed down that little road, it will create parking chaos and, if anything, that shall be my legacy of moving away. You see, people are predictable and it was obvious that anyone buying our old properties would see parking was a premium and that a private driveway would be the way to go. I bet all those people who used to park down that road with their multiple vehicles are cursing us for moving on, but that’s progress for you.
(This entry was written whilst waiting for a large application to download via the Internet)

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