James Barker

Expat Painters E14: English-Speaking Decorators for International Residents Your company relocated you to London six weeks ago. Singapore office to Canary Wharf office. They sorted the flat. Beautiful two bed in a tower overlooking the water. Gorgeous views. Completely furnished. Everything you need to get started while you find your feet in a new country, […]

You own eight flats across two Canary Wharf developments. Built your portfolio over six years. Every single one cash flowing nicely. Every single one maintained to a standard that keeps good tenants happy and your estate agent genuinely enthusiastic about working with you. Then January arrives. Three tenants move out within ten days of each

Your café reopens Saturday evening. Grand relaunch. New menu. New branding. New everything. You’ve spent three months planning this. Social media campaign running all week building genuine anticipation. Press coverage arranged. Two hundred reservations confirmed for opening night because your regulars are actually excited about what’s coming. The painters were supposed to finish Thursday. It’s

Monday morning. 8:15am. Your first employee walks through the office door, takes one look at the walls, and stops dead. Not because they look stunning. Because the paint is still wet. Literally wet. The roller marks are visible. There’s a strip along the skirting board where someone clearly ran out of patience with the masking

You completed on your first flat three weeks ago. Canary Wharf. Isle of Dogs. Your first ever property. You handed over the biggest sum of money you’ve ever spent in your entire life and received a set of keys to a flat that someone else lived in until last Tuesday. The previous owner painted everything

You’re a letting agent managing forty properties across Canary Wharf and Isle of Dogs. Tuesday morning starts like every other Tuesday. Three tenants have moved out over the weekend. Two properties need painting before they can be marketed. One landlord is furious because the flat you showed a prospective tenant last week looked nothing like

Your tenant moved out Saturday. New tenant moves in Friday. That gives you six days to sort the entire flat. Except Saturday and Sunday are gone because you didn’t find out about the state of the place until Saturday afternoon. So really you’ve got four working days. Monday morning you start ringing painters. First one

You bought your ex-council flat in Poplar three years ago through right to buy. Best decision you ever made. Decent sized two bed, good location, reasonable mortgage. You’ve been slowly making it yours. New kitchen last year. Bathroom the year before. Now it’s the walls’ turn. You want it done properly. Not council flat paint

You’ve hired a painter for your Canary Wharf maisonette. They’ve assessed the ground floor. Looked good. Checked the upper floor. Looked good. Declared the whole thing “straightforward, two floors, should take three days.” Quoted accordingly. Day one they paint the ground floor living area. Beautiful. Fresh, clean, exactly what you wanted. You’re genuinely pleased. Day

You bought your Isle of Dogs warehouse conversion because you fell in love with the character. The exposed brick. The original steel beams. The massive industrial windows letting light flood through. The sheer volume of the space, those soaring ceilings that make you feel like you’re living in something genuinely special. Now you want it