On Ryecotes Mead, a cul-de-sac in a south London suburb, there is a three-bedroom flat available as a leasehold that encapsulates the current condition of the British housing market.
Trudi, the estate agent, opens the door with a tight smile. The property is all on one floor: two modest doubles, one with en suite; a small single room; shower room; lounge; and a small kitchen. Plus a garage, in which an old chair awaits disposal (“You could rent it out to someone with an expensive car,” says Trudi, extending her arms into the space).