If you saw where I grew up you'd understand how palatial this place seems to me:
Photo 1: The lounge room area is about twice the size of my childhood home.
Photo 2: A nice little courtyard. Persian artifacts that weren't purchased at Myers... Yep, the real deal.
Photo 3: The kind of entertainment system that is bringing about the death of cinema. I almost feel guilty watching movies on it. And no, that isn't some sort of goat fetish animal porn.
Photo 4: My boss, in an act of faith far surpassing my worth, allows me to drive his cars while I'm looking after the villa. So, I'm faced with a difficult choice of a morning - do I drive the silver one? Or...
Photo 5: ... the red one?
Photo 6: This little one has become my friend in aristocratic decadence.
Ciao from me and meow from fur-face!