Today we said farewell to No19.
The house my parents renovated completely having been bought for the princely sum of £23,000 in 1977.
The house that was kept with many period features in spite of being extended to accommodate a growing family of three girls and subsequent grandchildren.
The house that was filled with unusual furniture, mainly old and mainly found in Camden Market on Sunday mornings. It was our family outing every Sunday - up early, bacon in pitta from one of the numerous food stalls and then a leisurely browse through the market picking up bits and pieces for the house.
The house that was a meeting place for all our friends and the venue for many parties and get-togethers.
The house that I got married from, having had my photograph taken in the back garden that was my Mum's pride and joy - all that garden knowledge passed down from her to me over the years. The garden centre is probably our favourite place to go together.
The house that was filled with memoribilia and all sorts of natural history - where I inherited my love of nature and the natural world from my Dad. I'm happy to say that a lot of his collection now resides under my roof. And of course, this!
The house that was our family home for over three decades.
The house where I had this sign on my bedroom door as a teenager and remained there until yesterday, when I insisted that it belonged to my parents and therefore should be taken off and put with all their other belongings on the removal lorry.
As we left this afternoon, it suddenly became apparent that the home we had loved was now safely packed in pallets on two removal vans the size of double-decker buses ready to make the new house their new home.
There is some serious work to be done first though...