Whereisit

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.
 
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.
 
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