Fantasy house
I would almost move here.

Your home is a Magnate's Manor Your kitchen is someplace you never go, because you "have people for that." There's a Chocolatessen, which is rapidly becoming your favorite room of the house. Having one is also becoming a trend among your wealthy neighbors. Your master bedroom is the size of a small barn, with carpet thick enough to reach your ankles. Your study has hardback editions of every classic ever written, plus a special edition of Rich Dad, Poor Dad with the parts you ghost-authored highlighted. One of your garages holds your collection of ferraris, and is measured in acreage. Your home also includes a guest wing and private quarters for your servants. Outside is your hedge maze and gardens, meticulously tended by a team of world-class botanists. Below is a snippet of the blueprints:

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Though would it have guaranteed sunsets from one window? And a view of the beach from another? If not, I might have to stay where I am.

Currently watching Rory Bremner who is letting rip with a sketch about how funny the internet is. People don't use their real identities, you know. And they have friends that they've never actually met. Oh for the love of mike. Next week: why we must return to quill pen and parchment for real proper communication. Feh.