Plot
The series starts as middle-class couple Terry and June Medford prepare to move into 71, Popular Avenue in Purley, London. They are in their late 40s, and have a daughter Wendy, who is married to Roger; both are rarely seen. Terry's nephew, Alan Medford, pays occasional visits when he always causes some form of trouble. Terry is headstrong, and determined, although his plans and schemes normally end in disaster. June meanwhile is patient of her husband, but frequently doubtful about his ideas.
Terry works for "Playsafe Fire Extinguishers and Appliances", and his boss is Malcolm Harris. Malcolm frequently has affairs, and he and his wife Beattie, a friend of June, frequently argue. The owner of Terry's company is Sir Dennis Hodge, a grumpy man who rules the company with a rod of iron (played by Reginald Marsh who played a similar character in The Good Life). His personal secretary of over 20 years is Miss Nora Fennell, whose fondness for Sir Dennis is not returned.
In the first two series, their neighbours are Brian and Tina Pillbeam. From the third to sixth series, the Medfords' neighbours are Tarquin and Melinda Spry. Terry and Tarquin are frequently competing against each other.
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