Time to recycle the rubbish

A building tools graveyard is what you could call my grandpa's garage. I have never ever before seen anyone with as much stuff as there is in my grandpa’s garage. He is one of those people who never ever throws anything away, ever. You will see him at Christmas or on his birthday carefully peeling off sellotape from cheap wrapping paper before carefully folding it into a neat square and popping it into a paper bag to store ‘in case we ever need it.’ 

I don’t think he has an obsessive hoarding disorder or anything; it just may seem like that to me because we live in a generation of ‘throwaway’ culture. My grandpa came from an era of rations and war, a time before mass plastic and polystyrene. The days when milk came in glass bottles that were collected and disposed to be cleaned and used again has almost become extinct. 

My grandparents have just put their house in Yorkshire on the market so that they can come down to Cornwall and be closer to us in case they get to old or to ill to look after themselves. At the moment they are still reasonably fit and healthy for their age but after we finish packing the contents of their grandpa stocked house, I am not so sure that they will be quite as bouncy.

I went for a quick tour round the well stocked car shed to asses the time it was going to take and I am not joking, he has everything in that place. I even found some useful power tools and garden tools amongst the well organised debris. I deduced that it was going to take a while…