It is his garden, of course, and his garage.
In this division of goods I own nothing but somehow I am responsible for it all. I keep his special chair clean. Hoovering up crumbs from the interstices of the cushions. I polish the television screen to make sure there are no distracting smears. I clean his bathroom, taking care with the underside of the toilet seat ... for men are careless in these trivial matters ....
The cooker is mine I suppose. The sink, the larder, the fridge, the hoover, the mop, the kitchen cupboards, the washing machine, the tumble dryer. The electricity to run these goods is his - I must be frugal with the supply.