The tips of my fingers felt soiled contemplating the greasy buttons.
I cringed, reaching for a clean white handkerchief.
The phone rang.
I held the handset well away from my ear.
Tomorrow no handkerchief.
Repeat after me.
OCD is treatable.“
This is my entry to this weeks Twittering tales.
I’m writing this on my mobile phone waiting for the boat to leave Southampton for our 11night cruise around the Canary Islands.