Eventually the house at 1755 London Road was sold.
Immediately afterwards there was a period of stasis. The furniture had been divided up, some going to the small terraced house nearby where my grandparents had moved, reluctantly, some going into storage, some stacked in our spare room. The London Road house was due to be demolished, but as yet nothing had happened. Sometimes my father went there to do some job, perhaps disposing of yet more of the contents that my grandparents had accumulated over more than half a century. Perhaps the old house was in the legal limbo between contract and completion.
The keys to the old house hung in our cupboard under the stairs.