Tidiness

I'm not the tidiest of people. But lately, as I've tackled the flotsam of dirty plates, crumby breadboards, jammy knives, half opened cans of tomatoes, old teabags, and so on, and so on, that seem to wash up several times a day on our kitchen work surfaces, I've begun to understand tidy people a bit more. And as I've picked off the clutter, bit by sticky bit, and a semblance of space and order has momentarily returned before some child dumps a cereal bowl or the cat leaves muddy paw marks, I've even found myself wondering whether I'd develop OCD. If life was finally to become little more than a losing battle against dirt and chaos why not embrace the challenge and become obsessive about it. Wipe your feet. Don't spill it. Clear your things. Whose is that!? Give me order in the chaos. Give me back some control before I finally capitulate to the onslaught of stuff.