DIY? SOS!! - My quiet little suburban utopia has been turned upside down this last week. No, there hasn’t been an uplift in crime, no old biddy has been robbed, attacked or run over crossing the road (which considering the average age around my way is 85, the statistics are surprisingly quite low). No swans have been shot causing public uproar – nothing, zip, zero. The norm was happening around here. Outside the room in which I write this it all looked grey and dreary as rain continued to lash against my window driven by the freezing wind. Then, by the time it took for me to go downstairs into the kitchen to make a brew and come back to laptop, my entire street had been filled with about fifteen various unmarked vans as if the FBI had stormed it.