Doesn't making the bed make everything better. You know those things that you have to do every day, but don't really have to? Like eating a specific cereal each morning or making sure something is parallel to something else before you can fully feel everything is ok. Well, for us it's making the bed. We feel approximately seventeen and a half times better post making the bed than we do pre making it. It hasn't reached obsessive yet, but unlike smoking, is more harmlessly habitual. 

We feel similarly happier after smelling the tea bag tin before our first cup of tea of the day and neatening any rectangles into piles (mainly paper and magazines). These are our action equivalent of a safety/comfort blanket. If we leave the house without doing any of these things, a grey cloud of doom follows us around all day until we can get back to rectify the situation. On saying this out loud we feel compelled to perhaps reduce the importance of these minor tasks somewhat. However, we are now living a long way from home, so comfort blankets are pretty much a necessity.

Wow, that's the first time we have spelt parallel (there was the second) right first time! Usually the obnoxious (yet helpful) red dotted line appears and we have to spell check. And on that note we are off to errrm, spell check.

(No smokers were judged in this blog, we will never judge, only encourage you to eat).