COLOUR ME HAPPY
WHEN it comes to renovating a house, sometimes it’s not what you know, it’s who. If it takes a village to raise a child, it can take a small army of friends and relatives to help you tackle the daunting list of makeover tasks, happy to bring experience and, ideally, the right tools.
When I bought my first house, I paid work mates in takeaways to help me strip walls, assemble wardrobes and fit my kitchen, only hiring tradespeople to tackle the electrics and plumbing. With my second, a total renovation of a period property, I have upped my bribes to meals out in return for assistance in doing as much prep work as we could before calling in the professionals.
When Anneka and Stephen Broomfield bought a rundown 1930s terraced
