When we were clearing out an aged aunt’s furniture and effects from her little bungalow, it didn’t seem such a bad job – we all thought it would take half an hour if we all mucked in.  My word that was a gross mis calculation of time over effort!  I can’t imagine where all the glassware, cooking pans and stuff came from originally, but we packed box load after box load into our cars for redistribution around various relatives and charity shops.  The very basic cabinets in her kitchen seemed absolutely tiny in comparison with the massive ones we enjoy today – how things have advanced from the 1980s when that bungalow was considered the latest in luxury living.  When we come to sell it, the new folk will immediately rip out everything and replace with hi end glossy gorgeousness.   Oh and the bathroom will need a complete gut and rebuild – it makes me shudder now!