Okay, so for thirty-five grand, you’d better be sleeping on a cloud made of £50 notes. And you’re not far off. The suite covers the entire top floor—we’re talking 3,000 square feet of pure, unadulterated luxury. That’s bigger than the average three-bedroom house, by the way. Your kitchen at home might fit in one of its walk-in wardrobes. The room has its own private entrance, butler service, a grand piano, and a dining table that seats twelve. You could throw a dinner party for your parents, your boss, and all the neighbors who borrowed your lawnmower, and you’d still have room for a small marching band.
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Here’s where it gets really relatable. You know that struggle when you’re on holiday and you have to ration the hot water because the hotel’s boiler is ancient? The Penthouse has a marble bathroom with a jacuzzi bathtub that fills in under two minutes. The water itself is probably filtered through diamonds. Your morning routine of rushing to use the single plug socket behind the kettle? Not an issue here. There are eight bathrooms in the suite. Eight. You could have a different bathroom for every day of the week, plus one for when you’re feeling indecisive on a Saturday. You could lose your phone, find it in a bathroom, and then lose it again in another bathroom just for fun.
Let’s talk about the bed. We all have that one duvet at home that’s too thin, or the pillow that’s either a pancake or a concrete slab. The bed in this room is a specially commissioned Savoir bed, handmade from horsehair and cashmere. It costs more than most people’s annual salary. The sheets are 1,000-thread count Egyptian cotton, which is so soft that you’ll feel like you’re sleeping inside a cloud’s sock drawer. One night on that mattress, and your own bed at home will feel like a park bench.
