I do not aspire to the immaculate precision of some posters, but I am tidy and I cannot work in an untidy environment.
I also have a place for everything and everything in its place and nothing drives me madder than not finding things where I know they ought to be. I also always have a spare of everything waiting for use, you know, toothpaste and toiletries, food in the store cupboard. Divorce has been threatened because someone forgot to write on the shopping list that they had opened and used nearly all the cheese - and I was planning cauliflower cheese for supper.
I always said I could never marry a man who was untidy or smoked - well, DH doesn't smoke. His untidiness he kept cunningly hidden until after the wedding ceremony. Even his mother used to say 'Born in a barn, if she didn't know better'. I sometimes wonder what great things I could have achieved in life had I been able to use the time I spend tidying up on other activities