Being the last of us to arrive, I missed having to live in that miserable, dank crap hole. My first memory was of Maran Way. It wasn't massively long before Peckham and the Victorian pile in Lyndhurst Way. Back to outdoor plumbing, no heating and the dreaded windowless room on the first landing. Once again, imagine if we had stayed there.

It was a very bumpy journey. Thanks for this.