Just one teeny tiny room. For four-and-a-half-years. Good behaviour saw me house-sitting shitting dogs, vomiting and urinating cats, and one time a lovely golden retreiver who love to jump onto the bed - and consequently my stomach at 5 in the morning.
But now I have this one little bedroom place:
And before you ask, the grass isn't dead. There is no grass. In a way to make people conserve water, most gardens are just wood chips.