Why I’m not alone with my little foibles

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WELL I’m not alone, so that’s comforting to know.

My four thing (four twists of the petrol cap to lock it, counting four steps wherever I walk) and my incessant cushion-plumping is obviously not as odd as some people may like to make out.

My little foibles would probably be classed as OCD (or Obsessive Compulsive Disorder) to the professionals but I don’t mind.

I am not the only one to suffer. Even celebrities like David Beckham (he likes everything in straight lines) have their quirky ways.

And it’s something that is obviously being recognised and accepted as an interesting press release which landed in my in-box the other day, testifies. Selfridges and Co have launched a chopping board especially for folks like me and Mr B. The board is covered in scales (the mathematical not the fish kind), grid lines of multiple sizes and even a printed protractor and marked angles, meaning that your favourite cheese and chutney sandwich may never be wonky again. It can be cut to precision at a perfect 45 degree angle. Beethoven,

Michelangelo, Einstein - they were all said to suffer form OCD. They probably didn’t worry about misshapen butties or trying to open or close a tap with four turns (Michelangelo refrained from removing his boots wherever possible) but they had their little “ways.” I might not be in need of a chopping board but I think the fact that one has been invented shows that our quirks should be celebrated. Hurrah! Or in my case, hurrah, hurrah, hurrah, hurrah!