My parents still live in the house they bought when they got married in 1960. It’s three bedrooms, end of terrace house in a leafy suburb, in South East London. Built in the 1930 as family homes, the street is still predominantly populated by owner occupiers; mainly couples raising families. Yet there is one change that has occurred in my life time that is very noticeable. Over the last forty years the front gardens have all but vanished to be replaced with drives and other kinds of off road parking. Out of approximately a hundred homes in the street, at present only three still have a front garden in the traditional sense. My parent’s house is one of these but this is soon to change.