When I moved to Guildford in July 1988 I promised myself that I would give my daughter a safe and comfortable home. This was after several years of frequent moves, and the prospect of concentrating on making a Victorian house into a home was a great distraction. The cellar was still full of coal, there were gas mantles around the house, a copper in the kitchen for hot water and a gas geezer in the 'modern' bathroom that shook and gurgled as if it was about to explode, delivering a mere dribble of hot water. As the work progressed we began to build our life here, neighbours became good friends and I realised what a lovely community I had stumbled upon. My daughter grew up and realised the value of living in the town centre and we became a regular stopover after Friday and Saturday nights out and everyone enjoyed the transformation of the house into a home. I became more involved in the local community, setting up a residents association that morphed into a Facebook group in 2010, getting involved in local issu