This is the house that Heidi built. We're sitting in Lavender House on Gayton Road, Heidi Locher's London home, set far back from the road behind a high gate, a temple to Modernism hidden between the Victorian walls of her Hampstead neighbours.
At 18 I had a waist you could put your arm round, just 26 inches. But in the mirror this morning I found myself looking at something the circumference of a bicycle wheel. It's restaurants that did it. All my life I've been a restaurant freak; they're where I function best.
Last month, Southwark Council approved plans for the complete redesign of London Bridge Station. It's not that we shouldn't be embracing change, but at what cost? Is the eradication of our heritage a sign of progress towards increasingly pressing demands or merely a blind move to generate revenue?