You don't know yer livin' ya mugs. Memories o the war.

I used to empty houses for estate lawyers. Given the keys the team would go to a house and opening the door was always a point for excitement and trepidation. What would we find?
In a lot of the houses. there were similar patterns. We'd find a stashes of brown wrapping paper, jam jars, bottles, wood, newspapers, alcohol and rusty food tins.
The people who lived with all this trash had lived through the war when it all became rare. So the idea of throwing out all this gear became abhorrent. 
On one occasion we opened the door to one room and it was full of paint tins and refundable soda bottles. next to the soda bottles was a hand made go-kart with pram wheels, possible to transport the bottles to the Newsagents to get the cash refund. The boss said... this Koont has been an entrepreneur.  I could not stop laughing at this... it was the insane stockpiling that tipped the scale. I immediately imagined a man taking a go-kart and bottles down three floors to return his cache. an entrepreneur? We'd be there for hours clearing this collection to the local dump.