I couldn't do my homework if my room wasn't clean. And it has carried on now that I am older, in a very freakish way.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
I used to clean my brother and sister's rooms. And I would go to friends' houses and clean their rooms, too.
I'm an absolute clean freak. I'll go to my friends' houses and even start cleaning. I'm such a granny at heart. My couch is my best friend.
My poor mum had a lot of problems with me around that time. I was young but I'd been working for years, so if she asked me to clean my room I'd say, 'You can't tell me what to do after I've worked a 12-hour day.' It gave me a power that no one that age should have.
When I was very young, I used to clean up after my parents. If I stay in a hotel, I make the bed and clean the room when I get up, even the bathroom mirror, for which I carry a tiny bottle of ammonia.
I have the same bedroom I've always had. It's clean and tidy when I get home, and after two or three days it gets messy and my mother nags me.
I'm super organized, but a horrible house cleaner.
I'm a freak of neat. The kitchen has to be clean.
I don't like people cleaning my room.
If I'm at home on my own and the writing isn't going well, I clean my house. And there have been times in the past few years when my house has looked really clean.
I'm not a clean freak. My house is a mess.