Now when we, my sister and me, were little, my Dad used to go to the local tip with garden waste and such, a lot. This was long before the days of kerbside recycling. My Mum used to say, jokingly, I hasten to add, that if she were to ever go missing that was where we had to look for her!
When I disappear for half an hour or so 'The Stash Room' is where I'm to be found.
OK, so reality check, I also spend a lot of time in here because it's also 'The Ironing Room' but all evidence of that mundane activity has been 'airbrushed' from the photos.