My current obsession is hoarding behaviour, the American TV series Hoarders and tossing my own hoard. It's rather wonderful. I watch a little bit of Hoarders and I am inspired to throw out some object I've clung on to for far too long. I don't want to end up like those poor American folks, although I can see I'm going to have to be careful about the animal hoarding. Four dogs, two cats and two pigs - that is Nellybert at the limit.
A friend of mine is helping an elderly relative declutter her house. During the process a cardboard box of assorted glassware was unearthed. The elderly relative said,
Dinnae throw those out! There's a special glass amongst those. It's the glass that Davy's mother took her last drink out of.
Davy's mother was this old girl's mother-in-law and Davy was her husband dead himself this forty years or more.
I told this to Bert.
Imagine! Clinging on to an oul glass because your mother-in-law took her last drink out of it!
I wonder what her last drink was?
Some class of poison? That might explain the sentimental attachment.