No more squashing yourself into a train carriage like a sardine with a mortgage. No traffic jams. No small talk with Colin in middle management who always smells faintly of beef crisps. You wake up, roll out of bed, and BAM, you’re “at work.” Sort of. After a coffee. And maybe one quick TikTok scroll. But still. Less stress, more energy, and your car’s not guzzling £9 a litre just to get you to a business park in Swindon.