If you live in a Brixton flat, you probably already know the rhythm of the place: busy street noise drifting in from Coldharbour Lane, a bit of dust that appears faster than you can deal with it, and the occasional deep-clean job that feels too big to tackle after work.

If your oven has decided to give up its battle with grease right before a dinner reservation, a family visit, or a busy weekend shift, you are not alone.