About 40 years ago I was given one of those redicut rug making kits to do. Thus said rug was made over a period of time as was monotonous with all those bits to thread through the special hook etc. Anyway it came to France and lived in our bedroom with the occasional bath to freshen it up and then when I moved down here, also in my bedroom. Anyway the string canvas backing was beginning to wear and leave powder underneath so I put it in my dustbin in a big plastic black bag last September and off it went when the wheelie was emptied. Imagine my horror this afternoon when arriving at the déchetterie to put some metal frames in the benne and there in the middle of a display made from thrown out bits and pieces was my flipping rug. The man in charge said they use it to protect fragile displays they have created from heavy rail and hail so I suppose it ended up with some sort of afterlife purpose but you have been warned, if you don’t want anyone else to have it, be careful where you get rid of stuff!
I heard they have just thrown out some old tapestry, it’s going to be used to protect some stuff at the British museum.
I take old clothes to a recyclerie elsewhere than pur town. I don’t want to bump into anyone wearing my clothes!
I live by the mantra contained in the title of this thread. Apparently it is a psycological medical condition, but I don’t care. Many things have had an afterlife, a fridge in the garden which houses my tools, to name just one. 
But the real joy was when I was asked by the notaire to value the property to calculate Fran’s inheritance. The agent told me that all my stuff had knocked about 50% off the possible figure. 
After FIL died we valued the house ourselves for probate and I took loads of pictures. As I anticipated the District Surveyor came back to us querying the very low value we had put on the house and being a bit nasty about it. MIL & FIL were hoarders so the place was a complete tip, and once that cleared out it was in an awful condition. I sent the photos and nothing more was said. Shortly after we got probate and sold the house.
Only today I used sections of a chestnut stair rod that I’d removed years ago to make noggins for fitting a replacement door frame (a too long story that involved an infestation of rats and a broken lock).
A fairly large but not high, lidded plastic kitchen rubbish bin, demoted because Boss the Rottweiler could flip the lid with his nose and spread the contents.
For several years now has been in the garden with a smaller bin inside it, lined with a 30 kg rubbish bag for storing dog leavings until eventual deposit in the council bin at the bottom of the road.
OK, I’ll bite, another oldish thread returns to haunt me, mind you, I could come back here every day to top it up. 
Today’s recycle is Fran’s toothbrush because mine is worn out, and Fran’s hairbrush because it was easier to use than my steel comb with my gammy arm and, turns out to be preferable than it. So it is a stayer. 
My old Elinchrom studio flash lighting system came out of storage last week - I have 52 people to photograph this coming Tuesday and my more sophisticated modern battery powered system would probably not last the day, and spare batteries for it are ÂŁ50 a pop.
I had to open up one of the old radio control receivers and install a replacement lithium battery in it (available for six quid on Amazon), but other than that bit of remedial soldering, it’s all still in working order, despite not being used for ten years.
I have thought about selling it all from time to time, but there you go, wait long enough and old stuff comes back into use!
The elinchrom stuff was good, just bulky.
Yes it is - the bulk of mains flashes is a factor. The only other downsides are the trailing mains cables and the lack of remote power adjustment.
I mostly use Godox battery powered flashes now, but they have a limited battery capacity.
Talking of soldering, just fixed a patch cable for my guitar effects board: haven’t actually done any serious soldering for more than a decade, and it’s nice that the iron still works.
Yes I hadn’t done any soldering for ages. I find you’ve never got the right soldering iron power and tip size for the job - it’s either too weedy or melts its way to the Earth’s core.
I should probably get one with a variable power box thing, but I don’t do enough soldering to really justify it.
I bought mine from Maplin IIRC, and it’s variable power with a fine tip, which was useful when building electronics but wouldn’t be suitable for engineering type soldering.
I have my 300 watt iron for soldering the guttering in France and a small adjustable temp one but it’s the eyesight for fine stuff that’s the issue
Longer for me. I used to hand solder prototype boards many moons ago with lots of surface mount components, some as small as 0804 and high pin count QFP chips. My eyesight and steadiness of hand are not what they were and I’d find it impossible to do that sort of thing now. I used to hate it anyway 