I often look at the large, spacious houses in the countryside with a degree of envy. Sure, my shed is roomy enough for me and my collection of Ric Flair memorabilia, but I wouldn't mind a bit of luxury every now and again.
I saw one house on the market for five million pounds once. That's a lot of ka-blingey no matter which way you slice it. I deduced that to afford that house on my current wages, I would have to save up for about four hundred and fifty years, by which time I'd probably only want a bungalow anyway.