I've always been a bit of a perfectionist. Not in a 'the lines have to be straight' kind of way but more 'just fix that little bit, and that little bit, and that other little bit because they're driving me mad'. Details and I were best friends for years, or so I thought. The predisposition to perfection -- call it low-level OCD if you must -- is terribly handy for activities such as folding fitted sheets (I have the most organised linen cupboard ever, to RJ's chagrin I never quite make it to … [Read more...]