We are in the midst of the Grand House Sort Out. Briefly, we've been here coming up 3 years. Prior to that we rented and about 4 years ago we sold our old house abroad and got PILES of stuff sent over to the UK that filled a large single garage (inc furniture, etc). In the mean time, we'd doubled up a lot of stuff, having 'survived' in the UK for 5 years without it (DH did the 'sorting' of what to bring, what to leave on a trip abroad so as you can imagine, an oddish assortment of what he considered must haves that duly arrived here!).
Anyway, as of about 6 months ago I began a huge house sort-out as you could barely get into the single garage of this house! We've had the loft space entirely boarded and are as we speak getting the garage converted into 1/3 garage store and 2/3 sitting room. So we are in disarray, the conservatory full of garage stuff, the garden shed full of tools and bikes.
I am aware that to move stuff from A to B. room at B needs to be cleared so B stuff has to go to C and eventually some of it has to go to either the dump, the charity shop, ebay or Gumtree. I have become quite good at this! But god! DH! I went through all of the 6 bins of electrical odds and sods, largely cables for electronica we threw out 3 years ago, manuals for stuff that belong in a museum, 7 or 8 kettle leads, none of which fit our now 'cordless kettle', old phone systems we stopped using and replaced because they were crap. DH will spend hours poring over it, getting anxious when I say 'bin'- YET, for instance, thinks putting the dictionaries, thesauruses, gardening books and even recipe books in the LOFT is a good idea!
He's hovering so I'd better stop, but GOD!