It began with the irises. They grew a little too well in the far corner of our Bracknell garden, lush and green while the rest of the lawn browned in the summer sun. Then, the patch turned to mud, a permanent dampness that refused to dry. My wife called it a 'spring,' but it ...Learn More

It wasn't a dramatic flood. It was a slow, stubborn rebellion. First, the kitchen sink in our Hillingdon semi started draining with the enthusiasm of a tired toddler. Then, a gurgle echoed from the downstairs loo whenever the washing machine emptied. I’d pour caustic stuff down ...Learn More