As a child of the ‘80’s, I vividly remember my parents decorating our family home. Painting a room could only happen in the height of summer when all the doors and windows could be left open. Regardless, the harsh smell of chemical-laden paint always travelled through every room in the house. If the room being painted was a bedroom, you couldn’t sleep in it for a good few days until the fumes started to subside. The end result of a day decorating was two paracetamol for a banging headache, a dizzy spell and an early night.