Sometimes its hard living with someone who has OCD. Especially when you’re like me. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not a slob or anything, but lets just say cleaning isn’t my favourite hobby.
Its even harder living with someone with OCD however, when you’re a mouse.
This is something I’m learning quite alot about this weekend as somewhere in our kitchen there appears to be a little mouse. He will, I’m sure, soon realise that his choice in housemates probably wasn’t the best and that maybe he should have made the effort and gone to a few more viewings before deciding to set up home in our little top floor flat.
Lets just hope he isn’t too partial to chocolate buttons, because if so, when I return from work this evening, our poor friend Mickey may be with us no more.
Good luck little man. These are for you.