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A few weeks ago, I went to visit a college friend: he had just bought a small three-bedroom house in the outer suburbs of London. He thus became my first owner friend. I expected to be jealous. In reality, I’m just in shock. I am renting a room myself in a shared apartment in a condominium building. From where I am, a small terraced house in the outer suburbs is a palace.

Planted in front of the immensity (in my eyes) of my boyfriend’s living room, I have to resist the urge to give him milord. Wait, he even has a small piece of garden, with a barbecue at the back. It’s too much for me, I need a brochure, an audioguide, something. And someone would be well advised to stretch a cord of velvet between me and the sofa, just to prevent me from fiddling with it (I don’t believe it, I have a friend who owns a sofa!).

At the end of the guided tour, we stay for a few moments in front of an upstairs window, our gaze lost on these small suburban gardens. All these little corners of greenery drawn with a line, with their exuberant hydrangeas, their distended clotheslines, their smashed trampolines, their blackened garden furniture, their terrace! A neighbor has hoisted an English flag – it must be said that the neighborhood is still in the process of gentrification. I review all these ordinary rejects of England of the owners, and the sadness invades me. Here is a whole world of domestic normality from which I am excluded. A strange world, and so familiar at the same time. This is where I grew up, and I left ten years ago, convinced, naive as I was, that I would come back. Today I no longer believe in it.

Inaccessible, this world is no less captivating. Home is an old British obsession: for Kate Fox, author of Watching the English ([“Observer les Anglais”, non traduit], published in 2004, a year after the last peak in homeownership in the country), gardening, jobs around the house and expeditions to large DIY stores are among the pillars of British identity. But then

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