HAVING seen an advert asking for neighbours or friends to take part in a new series of Changing Rooms, I was briefly tempted to take part. But, even with the dishevelled state of my house, I wouldn’t risk anyone else going to town on it with wood, paint and fabric.

It was years ago, but I still remember the disasters that left people less than impressed on the show. There was the living room full of weird boxes and cushions and a bed with what looked like a squashed bison spread across it.

And who could forget the shelving unit lined with a woman’s precious tea pot collection, that came crashing to the ground?

It was good entertainment for viewers, but taking part must surely be more stress than fun.