When my husband died I then discovered why he didn't like me going in the garage - he'd hoarded there - and in the woodshed! The children had what they wanted, a skip took care of the junk, tools - including 50 screwdrivers - went to a recycling place that refurbished them to go to Africa, ditto computer parts that are used and sold to help fund the refurbishment, his radio ham equipment including the 12ft high aerial outside a window to a local ham club, his clothes to the Salvation Army (he approved of their work), my lovely neighbours each had something (though the wives made sure the husbands weren't adding too much to THEIR hoards!) I still have an electric bike I can't ride myself, and several large tools that pre pandemic I was going to sell but now can't be bothered. There were bits and pieces I thought might be useful but 4 years on, if I haven't used them, they will go to recycle or landfill. Saying all this, I need to sort my own books and photos, currently sorting the flowerpots!