Keeping hotel walls free of knicks and scratches must be difficult. And painting rooms after every guest checks out nearly impossible -- unless of course you are the George V Paris. That's why I really do appreciate the pinstriped fabric textured wallpaper in my room at the Covent Garden Hotel in London. The walls look perfect. Since I do not sleep on walls or even touch them, I am not too fussed about their contents. Let's hope I do not get a blue light for Christmas.
Three verifiable things about me. One. I am an only child. The concept of sharing, therefore, is foreign to me. Two. I am a Virgo. The sign regarded as a perfectionist. Three. My mother raised me to be meticulously clean; compulsively tidy. According to my mother, "You have taken this clean thing way too far." I disagree. Apologies to my mother.
Nature or nurture? Who knows? Who cares? I have not been diagnosed with Obsessive Compulsive Disorder. Nor would I label myself a Cleanaholic. Or a Germaphobe. My world though, is definitely a unique place. One where doors open magically. Hotel mattresses are pristine. And estheticians never double dip.
I live in this world without a bubble or a honeycomb mask. About 15 years ago I got tired of catching the flu du jour and became ever more so hygienically vigilant -- perhaps obsessively so.
Well there goes that idea! Guess I will just have to get you some Purel instead!
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