“When we were thinking of moving in 1997, this was the first house my ex-husband and I saw. That’s not to say we didn’t look at others, though! I think we viewed 25 houses in a month. Every one of them was single-fronted except this one. I can hardly describe was it was like inside. Picture a 1970s time warp, with faux stone, a copper-canopied fireplace, aluminium windows, thick red carpet underfoot and flock wallpaper everywhere. But I thought it might just be a gem. I knew that all these things could be redone and felt we had come and look at it again.
“When our offer was accepted, we suddenly realised that we were actually going to have to do the work. Two weeks before we moved in, I found out I was pregnant with my son, so we had a bit of a time limit. What’s now the dining room was a tiny parlour, which we opened up into the kitchen. When we were doing that, we discovered the joists were rotten, so they needed replacing. In the end, we had no choice but to pretty much overhaul the place! I think we were only the third owners in the building’s lifetime, so perhaps it’s not a surprise it needed a bit of a number doing on it.
“We have some friends who used to live just off Regent’s Park, in the most glorious Georgian house. Gorgeous. But because it’s double-fronted, they told us they preferred it here. They had a kitchen deep in the basement and lots of tiny rooms stacked above it, whereas here, we’ve got lovely big rooms on each side of every floor. It’s what people call ‘lateral living’ these days, I suppose.