It is highly unusual to discover an empty cupboard in a family home but I have done so. A cube with thirty centimetre length sides, forming part of a black wooden unit standing against the wall behind the television set, it is not inaccessible rather overlooked. Drifts of dust inside reveal how long it has existed in this semi-secret state. Its dark emptiness, when nearby storage furniture is filled to capacity, is inviting in a way but also manages to project an unwillingness to surrender the identifying characteristic of its clandestine existence. How long has it avoided detection in a busy household? I have no idea. How long will it survive now that I am aware of it? I have no idea of that either.