The car being off-road, I walked to my appointments: blood tests, opticians and then to pick up the paint for the garage door.
It took me through an area I knew well when I first came to live in this city. A collection of narrow streets with rows of tiny and slightly larger terraces.
Two bedrooms, a bathroom tacked on downstairs a hundred years later when our ideas about hygiene changed, a yard big enough to swing a cat in.
Most pairs of houses had a little ginnel in the middle running through to the back, so you could take your bicycle straight to the yard, and the coal man could deliver the winter fuel without traipsing through the house.
There'd be a shop on many corners, originally to serve local needs, grocers and ironmongers, now hairdressers, nail bars and gift shops, occasionally a licensed convenience store, open all hours.
You'll find little neighbourhoods like this all over Leicester on the edge of the city centre before they spill out to the large houses and gardens of the suburbs.
Time was, a single person in their twenties, on the first rungs of their career, could buy a little house here and be quite cosy.
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