Enjoyed it.... Til the last 30 minutes *SPOILERS*

I enjoyed this and was excited from the trailers and the first episode of where this story could go.

Then, as the final episode "unraveled" (I use the word loosely as very little unraveled) I realised I had wasted three hours of my life.

I expected a big connection between all the stories, explaining the anonymous letters.

It turns out, other than being set in the same street, the stories had no connection.

There was never a true reason given why the young guy from the corner shop was sending the original messages.
The traffic warden, who I expected to have a big part to play in the connection, turned into a real background character.
Roger's wife was a horrid woman and after they lost everything there was no reason for him to stay with her.

There just was no story at all. The anonymous letters, the lunch-pin of the story and the anchor in the trailers, almost became insignificant.

Unfortunately, I have seen this in other contemporary literature, where there is no story, the book is more observational (I just finished reading Hotel Alpha which ended equally as disappointingly and proved to have just as little of a plot line) and I don't find it enjoyable at all.

I don't understand why the BBC thought that this would make a gripping mini-series.

The twist was supposed to be, at the end, when new letters started arriving. But it wasn't a twist because I just didn't care.

On a plus, it was visually pleasing and showed contemporary suburban London in a great lights and showed the diverse make up of London fairly accurately without pandering to all stereotypes.