Nightmare on Freyberg Street

I live in a lovely little street in Newcastle, Australia (latitude -32.933187S, longitude 151.705904 E).
The street itself was established during the forties and most of the houses date from that time.
Unprepossessing, charming yet functional little dwellings for your average Ozzie suburban family just trying to make their way through life.
Each one is single storey and the view up the street is delightful, rows of these little cottages lining the road into the 385 hectare bush reserve of Blackbutt.
I'm stressing the charm and the heritage of my cozy little street because it is about to be shamelessly raped by an ex-resident.
The ex-resident is proposing, along with her lawyer husband, to erect a totally inappropriate dwelling of monstrous proportions that will dwarf all the houses around it and occupy nearly every square centimetre of land of the tiny block.
What is it with these people? The woman in question used to live next door to the house she is about to demolish, in what was her grandmother's house (who would be spinning violently in her grave if she knew of the carnage her descendant is about to unleash on the neighbourhood).
It incenses me that they think they can get away with it. Look at the photo. That's the design they've chosen. 296 square metres of overindulgence on a 340 sq metre block. The mind boggles.


There'll be more on this. Just you wait, you haven't seen the last of me. Oh no.