I finally have a story for this thread!
My mother died almost eight years ago, and Dad and I have started attributing all sorts of things to her - finding lost objects, remembering things we don't want to forget, etc.
At the moment Dad and I are cleaning up the house in preparation for putting it on the market. Dad got married five years ago and moved in with his now-wife, while I stayed in what had been the family home, which is the one that will soon be sold. Last night I was cleaning things off shelves in the walk-through wardrobe that are the last couple of bags of stuff Dad never took with him when he moved out. I went to bed with it half-done.
As I was about to fall asleep, I heard Mum's voice saying "the Lourdes water." I said something like "Yes, Mum, I won't forget to pack it."
The Lourdes water is a bottle of water Mum brought back from a trip she and my late Grandmother took to Lourdes forty years ago or so. It's a big plastic bottle that is about half-full.
When I continued cleaning up this morning, I found the bottle (which I am sure was standing up when I went to bed) lying on its side, slowly leaking. Only a small amount of water had escaped, but clearly Mum wasn't happy at it happening and felt she had to tell me.