Collected my last bits of stuff from the house on Tuesday.  Expected there to be a lot of junk, but was unprepared for quite how much there was.  And how much of it was simply junk that I'd never bothered to throw away.  Broken television here, assorted rusty screws that my Dad collected there.  My original archery tent.  Bag full of assorted pornographs that I actually thought I had chucked.  The whole coated with black grime and dust, and inhabited by an impressive collection of small crawly things and enormous spiders.  All of it, even the rubbish, is now stored in an extra room at Big Yellow (my existing room being hopelessly too small for the amount of crap I ended up with) awaiting several mammoth sorting and tipping sessions. 
My heartfelt thanks must here be recorded to the lovely Ben, for braving the wildlife and providing much-appreciated help lugging all the detritis.

Still working my way through all the phone calls, cancelling things related to the house.  Amazing how many there are.