I have the opposite concern
My mother once returned from a day of jollity to find that her mother had donated a sizeable portion of her belongings to the local army folk. This having been in about 1960 and a less-than-affluent household, these things were not to be easily replaced and included a number of original runs of Superman comics and assorted others that are worth a fair bit now.

Having had to chase down her erstwhile possessions and claw back whatever portion she could (including a now very threadbare but lovable stuffed dog which still lives with her), she is adamant that nothing of either mine or my sister's shall be discarded without our respective permissions.

Or, in fact, with them. Toys in assorted states of repair fill my mother's loft to straining beams. I have stated that I no longer want any of them, have checked the prices for items in similar condition and have concluded that selling them isn't worth my time and is not something I'd enjoy. My mother, however, would enjoy doing so, for reselling old things for which one has no use is surely the ultimate in bargainaciousness.

Many times have I told her that I am happy for her to sell them, give them to charity or use them to construct a death-machine in order to take over the world. I haven't even asked for a cut. Yet whenever I phone (which is about once a week, for I try to be a good son) I hear complaints that the house is too full and I should sort through it and determine what I want to keep. I haven't even seen it for over ten years. I can probably live without it.

Hmm, neither interesting, funny nor on topic. Well done me.
(ThomsonsPier consumes, Mon 18 Aug 2008, 15:06, 1 reply)

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For the last line, I did like that! :)
(Fuckarma was masturbating into your handbag, Mon 18 Aug 2008, 15:14, closed)