Chris, that's not even funny! Seriously, it makes you go crazy. This morning I was trying to find a cup, and I got one from the drainer thing at the side of the sink, but then I thought maybe my brother had drank out of it, even though it was clean, so I put it back and washed my hands six times. Then I went to the cupboard to find one, but then I thought he could have drank out of any of those last aswell, even though they were all clean, so I was looking at this stack of five cups trying to work out which one to drink from. In the end I just grabbed one with my eyes closed [Ten minutes later, may I add, by which time my toast had gone cold.] and put it in the sink, washed my hands four times, and then washed the cup. When I wash a cup or a glass, I have to wash the top of it first, then the outside, then the inside, then the bottom. When I wash a spoon, if the bit that goes in your mouth touches my hand, I freak out. I don't wear gloves when washing up though, because your hands feel all sweaty inside them and other people use them too.

Oh my God, it really is taking over my life.