Through the cupboard.

In that old cupboard of yours?

I won't go into the cupboard!

Office metal cupboard 27 153 4 131

Up there. On top of that cupboard?

They ain't stole. They're hid in the cupboard.

I think the scissors are in this cupboard.

Old Mother Hubbard has something in the cupboard.

There's even an old cupboard for your books.

She discovered a cupboard where they keep records.

Yes, there's some in the cupboard above the washbasin.

I'll hide it up at the cupboard for you

Other names include boiler cupboard , or (in Ireland) hot press .

I had a bottle of Jack Daniel's in that cupboard.

Look, in the drawer of that cupboard there is a knife.

In the cupboard of our room, in my old barracks bag.

Now, the Small Hadron Collider is in a cupboard, overlooked and neglected.

He opens the cupboard and says I know the salt is here, pepper .

And we went down to the basement. And I opened up this cupboard.

I was hoping that our skeleton was safe at home in our family cupboard.

That's the richest gift a body could have. And your presents are in the cupboard under the china closet.

But it had a lockable door, it had privacy, it had water, it had soap so I could wash my hands, and I did because I'm a woman, and we do that.

Pursuant to the Benes decrees of 1945, the family's properties in Czechoslovakia were confiscated, including Aich Castle, where the stocks were hidden in a hall cupboard.

So, I guess, he would get credit for taking something that was very, almost mundane, something you see in everyone's cupboard, and making it a focal point.

I was still scared of egg spraying, and continued to catch them with a cup or a bowl, kept handy in a cupboard in case of a cockroach emergency.

1 SERVANT Away with the join stools, remove the court cupboard, look to the plate good thou, save me a piece of marchpane and as thou loves me, let the porter let in Susan Grindstone and Nell.

Dambudzo Marechera's Facebook page celebrates the life and times of one of the most eccentric figures in African literature. Marechera was a Zimbabwean writer and poet who died at the age of 35 in 1987 after leading a life that he described as an attempt to make myself a skeleton in my own cupboard.