At the family home.
My mother (86 years old) is slowly progressing with dementia. Although it is not serious yet (or so we think), various things go missing every day, and the cupboard in the kitchen containing storage containers is on the verge of an avalanche of chaos, with large containers stacked on top of smaller ones, and containers and lids in different states of disarray.
A mountain of groceries ordered from the Co-op arrives every week, and frozen items are no longer able to fit in the freezer and are put into the fridge, so they have melted and are ruined. There are now three radishes in the fridge.
I felt mildly dizzy when I discovered the following week that the pot of radish stew I had made the week before, saying 'eat it tomorrow', had been put away in the pots and pans cabinet with its contents still in it. Thank goodness it wasn't midsummer.
When I look at them, I think, 'ah... orz' (←I haven't used it in a while, but I miss it), but it's not that the person is doing it out of malice. It's just that their cognitive functions are not working properly. That's right. It can't be helped.