I regularly receive calls at work from Mrs North asking me if I know where her shoes/make-up/coatthe car is. No, I don’t. Are they where she put them? She doesn’t know, because nothing is ever put in the same place twice!
She’s fundamentally incapable of being tidy. Nowhere has a place, everyhting gradually becomes stren across floors.
Now, I’m also untidy, but I’m untidy in the same way in the same places, but she’s untidy entirely randomly.
Mind you, by her own admission, when it comes to stuff like this I’ve got a duff model.