I look around the house and shudder for the offspring who're going to have to sort all the clutter if we're going the Loch Lomond road and come to a simultaneous sticky end.
I have books, music, records (everything from vinyl to CDs) and piles of paper, I could chuck out the music. One hand is affected by a stroke and rheumatism so playing the piano is a good way to drive me daft. I could chuck out half the paper - lots of old courses, including one about care of the elderly, and several not quite editted novels. They're never going to be editted now - another side-effect of stroke is dyslexia. My WP takes about 10x longer than it used to. One thing I'm good at weeding out is clothes. If you don't wear it in the past year, put it out.
The husband (L) hates to throw anything away - lots of old manuals for cars we replaced years ago, old textbooks, probably out of date. If I want to throw out any of his old clothes, I wait wait fot him to oout of the house for an hour or two.
The garage has got so much stuff that I wouldn't dare to put the car away - 3 strimmers, 3 lawnmowers, a cement mixer an old bike (sorry, that was mine) and tools of every shape---etc, etc. etc.
We have another garage with a sailing dinghy, which we'll never take out again. Its sails are part of the junk in the loft, along with numerous boxes (I don't know what's in most of them)
My Mother and ancient aunt (who moved in with Ma & Pa for a while in 1926 and stayed for the rest of their life and hers) drove me mad to flogging things to any old dealer who came to the door. My daughter had been promised a full teaset of Crown Derby collected at the beginning of the 1900s by the grandmother, one piece at a time. It went. That dealer must have thought Xmas had come, because the AA sold it for a song.
Now I can understand. It's very tempting to clear out the clutter.