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At the grotto of my ancestors.

'And 'ere we are at last!' Camille explained. 'We stand before the entrance of the grotto of ma ancestors, in the grove of ma ancestors, in the woodland of ma ancestors, it is like, 'ow you say, for me, a sacred place.' 'There is a sign upon the door,' observed Captain Bill. 'It is only notification of ma planning application,' mooed Camille. 'Oh?' 'I am 'oping to knock it all down and build a dozen luxury apartments,' replied Camille. 'If I can pull it off I'll be in 'andbag 'eaven!' 'Right,' said Captain Bill. 'Of course they will still be sacred luxury apartments. I could always reserve you one?' 'Erm?' 'I could throw in some of the show furniture and free off road grazing? Seeing as you are known to me. Also I will be needing a concierge. You get a tiny room in the basement for free and I'd turn a blind eye if you want to read everybody's mail....