Becky has fond memories of her grandmother’s house. ‘I remember my cousins and I running wild among the beanstalks in the garden and having sleepovers – it was always a happy home, full of food and laughter,’ she recalls, nostalgically. She and her husband Ben bought a doer-upper next door to it that they completely gutted. ‘There was a little gap in the fence between our houses and I’d often pop in on my lunch breaks,’ says
