I live in England. I live in a tiny little terraced house. Underneath that house is a large, brick built cellar. In that cellar are survival supplies and equipment to dig out rubble if someone was trapped down there during a bombing or similar.
We don’t need it, we’ll never use it. Not gonna lie though, I took the time to set it up, and the fact that it’s there does sooth me a little. I try not to think about it because if you put all my hobbies and interests together, I look like a fucking lunatic.