Our resident obsessive compulsive disorder man is at it in the kitchen again. Meticulously organising the dishwasher to his exacting requirements. The he was on to cleaning everywhere. It's painful to watch and funny at the same time. In fact I can still here him clattering about. Thank God I no longer have OCD, it's too much like hard work.
A fella in the pub had all his change in neat piles perfectly spaced on his receipt so naturally we messed it all up when he went to the toilet.He lost the head
I was that soldier. Everything had to be neat and tidy and organised in a perpendicular manner. It was getting to the stage where I was set to wash the dishes before I'd even ate the food. It's a debilitating and chronic affliction. Although I can now laugh about it. Before leaving the flat I had to check everything was off about three times and made sure the front door was locked about 5 or 6 times. Got to the point where by the time I left it was pretty much time to come home again.
there's a 'stan' who works in Asda in Clydebank. I used to buy lots of the wee cans of juice, laid some flat, some on their side. He lined them all perfectly every time
