I’m a place for everything and everything in its place sort of person!
Years ago, the Bursar where I worked had to deal with his wife who had rapidly developing dementia, she was such a lovely lady. He said one day that it wasn’t so much her forgetting where things were, but what they were for. He would get a couple of mugs out and a jar of coffee and she would just blankly stare at them.
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