Now I do not have access to the current PM so instead, I had a cup of tea this week with my local Estate Agent Jon who sold this house to me back in the day. He happened to be walking past as I was perched on the wall cleaning my shoes and in one of those easy catch-up moments, I invited him in for a cup of tea after he had finished valuing number 57.
The valuing task is one that has increased enormously these last six months; there was but a pause of a week for the Brexit result to sink in (Bristol as a whole voted remain) and then the forest of For Sale signs kept on with its incessant march along my road. The valuation numbers are not of themselves super-massive (in a city-wide context) but they have more than doubled during my tenure, and most of that growth in just the last year.
Six houses of the ten I can view from my front wall have turned over this year alone - about £1.2 million pounds' worth right there. There have been six more at the other end of the road. Incoming neighbours are all about the age I was when I bought this house and they still move here because it is more affordable than other city zones but the game is just £100, 000 more expensive if you are playing it today.
There is a telling sign of the gentrification of my road: a decade ago, folks putting stuff out at the front of the house (very BS5) disposed of generationally used twin tubs - today they still put stuff out but this barely used flatscreen TV, seen only this morning, tells you all about the change.
On it goes.
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