Wow, you live in that house?

As I stepped through the front door of my three-storey Victorian terrace house, heading out on the morning school run, I heard the following words from across the road by one of the white mumsĀ heading to school too. “Wow, you live in that house?” I smiled through gritted teeth. It’s not the first time I have had shocked faces from both black and white mumsĀ that I could possible afford a nice house in a trendy area. “Yes, I say, I do live in this house”. I close the gate behind me and pretend not to care.