Mum scares the hell out of me. One shelf in her fridge was full of sauces, pickles, etc.
The youngest one was 2011, and the oldest.... 1998.
I told her I was getting rid, and she seemed OK. Then, on Monday morning (at 6.10am I might add!) she comes into my bedroom and tells me that she's "found my stuff that you threw away".
She went to tie up the bin bag, and it was very heavy. She'd completely forgotten about what I'd done, and went rummaging down the bin to get her jars back. She put them in the fridge.
I went ballistic, and reminded her that they'd been in the bin for nearly 4 days, in a heatwave.
That eventually sank in. I got them out of the fridge, and took them into town and threw them in one of the bins there.
Can you imagine? Good god. If she'd ended up in hospital with food poisoning, and the doctors had found out how it came about, they'd have said that she wasn't fit to look after herself, and make her go into a home.
Somebody shoot me.
Some are born great, some achieve greatness and some have greatness thrust upon them.
The rest of us are a bit crap.