Found this stuck inside a wardrobe in the new flat.
I’m not sure if the previous tenants put it there to remind themselves, or they had some weird form of precognition and left it for me.
Maybe they had some kick ass parties in the wardrobe. Hmm… maybe it’s the gateway to the alternate Narnia, the one C.S. Lewis didn’t write about. You remember, Aslan was knocking back the martinis while the White Witch got tanked on white russians.
As an experiment I’m taking a bottle of wine into the wardrobe, I’ll let you know what happens…