LETTER: What on earth has happened to Syston?

I moved away for a few years and when I came back the place has become a traffic jam. Even worse, the people who are not in the cars, the people who live here, can’t buy anything here. Thirty years ago when Syston was just a village, you couldn’t buy an aubergine on a local shop, but you could but a party dress, some boys school shoes, fresh fish or a toy for a toddler. Now the only reason people come to Syston is to drive through it on the way to Thurmaston shopping centre, and local people struggle to cross the road. Of course if you want a hair cut or something pink, frothy and pointless, there are several shops for those. I suppose I should have realized that the motor car was now taking preference over the people, just like other places, when the health centre (built in my absence) forces its patients to traverse a car park to reach a doctor. Whose stupid idea was that? So I shall be leaving again. If I have to live in a traffic jam I may as well go where I can at least find shops and something to do other than swim. So London it is.
Anon.