My late maternal grandfather had a bungalow built in West Sussex In the late 1950s and the pride of place in his study was the wine cellar with a trapdoor under the rug in front of his desk.
Just clever use of the gap between the concrete over site and the suspended floor, but as a lad it was always great fun to be tasked with retrieving the wine for dinner etc. it struck me as terribly glamorous at the time.
Found a small bottle of Blue Nunn in the pile of stuff I cleared off Alchemist. Can't imagine I would have paid money and put it on her in the first place! Had I noticed the label when emptying the lockers I am sure I would have donated it to the new Owner!
I'm worried at what I've started now.
I would like to declare that, in my underfloor drinks cabinet, of Blue Nun there is none.
In fact there isn't much of anything. I need another booze cruise but have no time to sail there at the moment, and the ferries and Dover generally are all a disaster zone with Operation Stack never ending.