In those days the council houses stretched all over the western side of the city row after row of huddled dingy dwellings in orange halfbrick or pale white stucco In summer the chemicals from the May and Baker factory two miles away came and hung round the doors and gardens with an indescribable smell of sulphur and the most common sight in that part of Norwich early in the morning was a paperboy wrinkling his nose in disgust as he negotiated somebodys front path