Guess what? The person who threw my shoes and my slippers on my bed was my dad!! He was mopping the floor ‘cos the contractors left a mess and he got fed up and threw the footwear onto my bed! Imagine! This coming from a person who insists we wash our feet once we get home to avoid getting the dust from outside into the home, and doesn’t like it if we sit on the bed with clothes that have been worn outside ‘cos of the dirt/germs!
I think it’s pent-up angst from a time when there was a maid to do all this mopping, wiping, etc…
Maybe we should get a maid.
(But my dad says he’s not aware of the broken bits of plastic on my bed).