We don’t actually have a natural cupboard under the stairs. We have one created in the 80s; it was originally meant to be an open space. So we do have a space under the stairs which resembles a cupboard. Without a door. 

The doorway (which seems briefly to have had a door in the mid-80s) is around five seven high. Which means I need to duck when entering the space to access the fridge or freezer (we don’t have anywhere else to out them). 

So moving the freezer deeper into the depths of the under the stairs/cupboard under the stairs space might not have been the best idea. 

The end result is that, to access the freezer, I must now stoop to a degree which is wholly unacceptable for a man of my age. 

I don’t actually use a lot of stuff from the freezer. Linda McCartney sausages for hangover Sunday morning sandwiches (with a liberal amount of brown sauce), a loaf of bread, or the occasional leftover chilli; that’s about the limit of my freezer mining (I should have said, it’s a chest freezer). 

I’m left with two options:

1. Wear a cycle helmet while attempting to access the freezer.

2. Avoid the freezer.

Oh, I forgot about the mandatory work option:

3. Do nothing.