I was very much hoping to find some interesting goodies when I moved into my house, given that the previous occupier had been there since 1969.
Sadly, it would seem that the only thing she kept any massive quantity of was old carpet and flowerpots. Hundreds and hundreds and hundreds of flowerpots. Oh, and the paper sacks you used to buy potatoes in.
The neighbour also reckons I'll find a load of Yorkshire terrier bones in the garden that she apparently dug up from her last home and re-buried when she moved in. Suffice to say I'm not in any great hurry to claim this exciting inheritence...