Justine's Families south east review: November 2009

WE HAVE FINALLY moved house. Having been one of the East Dulwich pioneers from the days when the only lively thing about Northcross Road was the school (long since converted into bijou dwellingettes), and Lordship Lane boasted a Co-op, four butchers, its own dole office, a wild west saloon bar, brothel and public gibbet (okay so I exaggerated about the butchers, there were only three), we have relocated to a leafier suburb where you can actually park outside your own house. True, we are now also ring-fenced by road works which means that the only way the kids get to school on time is by hot air balloon (which drongo was it that decided that every hill in South London should be dug up simultaneously? Ah, that'll be a collective noun of drongos). Meanwhile, not unlike the bargain tins with no labels scenario, we are up to our necks in boxes without a clue as to what each one contains - could be crockery, could be cat food.

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