Three years ago my partner and I were lucky enough to grab a bargain and bought what had actually been a crack den in Brixton, with the idea of turning it into a home. We were armed with good intentions and a lot of enthusiasm, which should be really read as ‘blissful ignorance’. We had no contacts, no experience in renovating, nor a degree in interior design, and banked on the fact that we were both highly opinionated and fussy enough to see us through the works. And work we did. A lot. But ...
