Me, me, me

Tonight I went in search of some bright pink fabric for a craft prank present. In order to get this fabric I drove to a local store. Simple enough so far... On the journey I got to thinking, as one sometimes does, and it occurred to me that a have a number of, let's call them 'things' that I like in a certain way and a few of them occur whilst I'm driving. I'm not saying these are obsessive or compulsive but there is a definite tendency to have things done in a certain way.

1. My stereo can only be at a volume ending in 0 or 5, 7 is ok but not as a second number ie 17 is bad. 

2. I have to turn off my car in a certain order, put into gear, engage handbrake, turn off ignition, release seat belt and open door. These have to be done in quick succession and in that order because of the musical noise it creates. If done in a different order it doesn't sound right.

3. I can't be the filling of a lorry sandwich. Lorry, me, lorry - I don't think so!

4. I don't like going back on myself. If I know of an alternative route to get back to the place I came from and it makes a circular journey I'm going to take it. This also applies to walking and to others driving (I let it slip to my husband on Sunday when he did a u-turn in a side road. By let it slip I mean strongly suggest we go home another way. By strongly suggest I mean squeal a little bit.) don't worry he just told me he likes the tea I made him- we are safe for a while yet.

5. Don't touch my car when I'm driving. I love my friends but one of them is lucky to still be my friend when she took my car out of gear at traffic lights. She has been banished to the back seat and won't be returning to the front seat for a while. I may mention that was two cars and five years ago - I may be accused of holding a grudge.

There are other things that make me happier than others - number plates that have funny name associations, seeing my name on a certain branded lorry, other people weaving on the motorway (always makes me picture synchronised swimmers) but the above five are more than happiness, obviously if I don't do them I won't internally combust. I may need to repeat things so they are done properly or cover my face to retreat to my safe place, which in a car is less than ideal!

I've probably made you laugh as you associate with similar things that you do or panicked you into never driving again. Either way, that's just a little bit more about me.