It's time to stop idly watching the decimation of our communities, and instead look to implement a multi-billion pound, long term water management infrastructure plan that will safeguard these wet little isles for decades to come.
How can you hold on to that early snuggly happiness brought on by the thought of winter, and prevent your life descending into a mildly confusing mixture of mulled wine, Wham-on-a-loop and nightmares about layering?
After one year of living in Los Angeles, here I was - back visiting London for 2 weeks. Home. I was noticing things I'd never noticed before. No, not just noticing, but in their comforting familiarity I found them to be exquisite.
I reckon every parent in the land has watched the film Home Alone, visibly amused by the antics of the mischievous Kevin McCallister but equally concerned at what this cute, but slightly unpredictable, boy is going to do next.
There have been seven different types of fridge, four types of washing machine, seven types of hairdryer, 25 lighting products and 72 different chargers and adaptors - and these are just some of the 228 electrical products that have been recalled by manufacturers in the past four years, with faults that include a risk of fire or electric shock.
Interest rates will have to go up eventually, forcing people to sell when their monthly payments become unaffordable. Will the house of cards come tumbling down then? Or will London just be a sea of billionaires here for annual holidays in their London homes? Like Venice on a larger scale, a relic, empty of its original inhabitants.
Until I was eighteen, I'd moved house once. I'd always lived in the same general (suburban) area. Aged eighteen, I left home for university. I've stopped counting how many times I've moved since. This is a combination of factors. I like to roam.
Home affects every single one of us, every day, at every stage of our lives, wherever and however we live. What can be more important than that?
I've got an addiction and they haven't made patches for it yet. There are no groups to help me and no support. In fact, telly shows actively feed my habit. It's time for me to stand up and admit it to myself. My name is Sonia - and I'm an interior design-aholic.
I walked in to find the most stylish, chic and luxurious interior design I have ever seen. The door to the cubical also opened with ease, and as I entered, a light suddenly went on. There was an ample supply of extra toilet rolls and disposable paper seat covers.
I remain stuck in flat-moving-limbo-hell. In February, I agreed a price of £343,500 for a 400 square foot flat in the dodgy end of Islington, London N7. And because of some diabolically tedious legal wrangling over a lease, The Vendor and I have not been able to exchange contracts...