After graduating from the university, our son moved to his own place in the city and left a lot of things behind. For months I tried to get him to finish moving out his old stuff, but to no avail. He kept saying he didn't need or want any of it; continually promising to take care of it 'next time'.
I finally gave up and cleaned it out myself. I threw out/donated many things and narrowed down the remainder to books, a few games, photo albums, gadgets, trophies etc. and anything else that was left that might be of value to him. I ended up packing up four or five cardboard boxes.
On one of his visits and while he was busy chatting with his dad, I picked up his car keys (he always leaves them in plain sight somewhere), opened up the boot (car was right outside on our driveway) and quietly crammed it with boxes.
I can still picture him happily driving away with his cargo and not having a clue. We still laugh about it over 20 years later!
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