discreetly sequestered

One (perhaps even the only) advantage of having been able to drive down to Parentshire this winter is that we were able to stick two boxes of old New Scientists and one box of Viz in the back of the car. This morning when both parents had safely disappeared to work they were quietly removed from their place of concealment in the boot, sneaked upstairs and secretly secreted between a box and a suitcase in the capacious loft atop the house. Previous comments have been made concerning the use of the parent-house as a storage area for things for which I lack the space to take up to Edinburgh but when they have four bedrooms (three unused and one still full of my sister's crap), two sheds, a garage and a big loft whilst we have only a poky little one-bedroom flat with hardly any cupboards I like to think they might at least keep hold of a few little boxes of nicely-stacked and date-sorted historically important and culturally artefactual Viz, Melody Maker and NME for a few more years until I have somewhere to put them. The loft is significantly less populated than it has been in previous years even when all the christmas lights are up here instead of outside; there were perhaps a few more old carpets or boxes of the strange selection of stuff my dad harvested from the closure of the old UKWMO bunker in Fiskerton where he used to work sitting about in the past but the corner I chose is hopefully gloomy and irrelevant enough to let them remain hidden at least until we're safely back in Edinburgh. The recent completion of the re-insulation of the loft floor should mean that there's no need for anyone to be up there any time soon except if someone decides to add more boarding to the floor, perhaps to prevent a repeat of the incident earlier this century when someone put their foot through the bedroom ceiling. Perhaps if I offer to floor a sufficient area to keep such things as I wish to be kept then there'd be no reason to complain about me keeping anything here.