According to H, we both own the house equally. That’s H and I there, not Shaun and I. She explained this very carefully last night – and pointed the bit Shaun owns. I say pointed, more like traced her finger, which happened to be the line between two tiles in the bathroom, the sealant, the plaster, the whatever it is.
I remember my sister telling me how my nephew would often at this age tell off his dad for sleeping in ‘his and mummy’s bed’ (or words to that effect) which is kind of reassuring that it isn’t just us!
So right now H thinks she owns a lot of the house.
I haven’t the heart to tell her even we don’t own it as we rent. On the plus side this means we can move anywhere very easily if we chose to. Well, easily anyway, it’d take a large van to move everything.