This has reminded me how when my mother was in her 80s she would sometimes haul say a load of scarves from a cupboard and ask me to dispose of them. Then a month later she would be anxiously searching for one of them and absolutely denied asking that they be got rid of. I learnt to take them home and hang on to them in case I would find her desperately looking for 'that jug, the one with the blue flowers' and could return it to her. She didn't have dementia but had become confused and forgetful on medications I think. After she died at 94 I was so relieved to be able to take an entire cupboardful of bags to the charity shop.
Now I am trying to declutter an oversized house and forever kicking myself for throwing out exactly the thing I could have used a month later. At least I can remember that I threw it out.
Professor Jason Arday - plagiarism etc
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