Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!
I get tidying. I am ruthless (while he is in bed and therefore unable to see the crap precious items that I am binning that have been in the drawer unseen for over 10 years).
Then I am careless and leave the bin bag where it can be found.
Cue cries of "What's this shite beloved thing doing in the BIN?"
I did honestly answer "Because it is shite!" but don't think I convinced as he has now saved several items from the bin bag.
At least the rest of the tat went though.