That is not blunt at all!
Yes, I stuck to the promise we would always live in a place with a garden, but they tended to be the
ones that go along with Victorian terraced house stock. Dark, overlooked and filled with ancient builders rubble.
Plus you get to play the Londoners game of when everyone sits out on sunny weekends, and you can clearly overhear
your neighbours' conversations but find the right mental state to completely tune them out.
It's not much better on this side of Thamesis:
https://www.mirror.co.uk/news/uk-news/b ... y-12552235
Stabbings of gangsters and collateral damage have become a daily life.
Do you at least have a real garden or just some miserable concrete 20 ft disgrace to the word "garden"? Forgive my bluntness.
In my (limited) experience east London always had an edge to it but I thought the places that felt really dangerous were south of the river. Peckham used to feel awful but the Damilola Taylor murder in the 2000s really was an eye opener in terms of what human beings would do to each other In the city. Now you have to give one months notice to get a restaurant table there.
Part of the deal I made with my wife for moving to London was that we would rent a house with a garden. Unfortunately that always seemed to require living in places where drug murders kept happening . Swings and roundabouts.
Brick Lane is unhangingoutable these days (crowds of millennials, hipsters, tourists and City people). I'm based more to the east and now living even further in the most soul-less district of London, Isle of Dogs (no offence to dogs). Today my friend saw forensics investigating someone's body "sitting" on a bench!