Tara said it didn't have to be literal, but you all know what my immediate area looks like - rows of Victorian (or possibly Georgian looking at the end of the road) terraces, interspersed with bombing in-fill or 60s and 70s estates. It's nothing special, but it's home. For the next month at least. If I go further afield, you know what that looks like too. It's on any teatowel bought by any tourist to London.
So I've gone literal. Because this sign, right outside my front door, is pretty much the biggest thing in my life at the moment. I'm also accidentally advertising our estate agent in the process, but I hope they'll forgive me. Sadly Tara's deadline has come before the tree outside is properly in blossom, but it's getting there.
But she's also pre-empted me. It's four weeks tomorrow until we move out, and I've been thinking that I need to record the stuff I'll forget. The views and sights I walk past every day, and which make this little corner of London mine. So consider this the first in an occasional, and necessarily short, series of pictures taken outside (and inside) my front door.
I'm really intrigued to see what everyone else's front doorstep looks like. The rest of the gallery is here.