Same with his magazines, which were taking over the house. A weekly photographic one, a fortnightly computer one, monthly electronic one and one for his wireless communication interests, (which had been his job).
Not one was to be thrown out just in case there was an article he might need one day. They piled up in the sitting room, the downstairs cloakroom, our bedroom. Eventually I started moving them slowly to the study, one by one, and then one by one to the recycling. I always made sure there was a good pile somewhere that he could see, but slowly the old ones went, to be replaced by the new.
Strangely, he never once looked for an article......