I used to count to twenty-two before I did things.
Especially getting out of bed. The rule was, my mum had to go for a whole twenty-two seconds after telling me to get up without shouting again, then I could get up.

I don't count to twenty-two any more, although, I often count to an arbitrary number before doing things, or decide on a number to count to while doing things i.e. twenty-five turns of the pepper mill this time, or 4 seconds under the tap should be enough water to fill this pan.

I also have to finish all of one type of food on my plate, before I start another. Once again, I'm not as bad now as when I was younger. At the age of ten, if I found a pea under my meat after I had finished the peas and started eating something else, it would have quite upset me. Now, I just eat the pea, and hardly think about it.

The two foods I feel really go together are sausages and egg yolks. I've become an expert at removing the yolks from the whites on my fry up without breaking them, so I can save them for my sausage which always comes last.

It's quite sad that the most detailed and comprehensive amount of information I carry around in my head is the order food on the same plate should be eaten in.
( The Awful Puppy Bakery is still bored, Thu 15 Dec 2011, 15:24, Reply)