LOL, especially at tortoiseshell and trefusis
My MIL sorted her daughter's house out while she was in hospital with MIL's first grandchild. So when SIL came home, she not only had to cope with newborn, she also could not find her knickers, socks or J-cloths.
MILis so highly organised, she makes lunch while we are eating breakfast. I have memories not fond ones, tbh of her stowing cabbage and apple charlotte in the warming drawer of the hostess trolley at 9am. Imagine how they tasted at 12.45.