Silver Place Knife
What do I do about my husband’s obsessive compulsive disorder?
Lord McFud seems to be getting worse! Everything has to be just so, and the butler must measure the exact distance of the knife from the edge of the plate, and the angle of the wine glasses to the Place Setting. Similarly he has the valet wash his affairs several times and has become afraid of bacteria. Now he refuses to touch his own privates when relieving himself, and yesterday as his valet was unavailable he used the silver Sugar Tongs! Now I can’t get this image out of my mind when we serve tea. Needless to say this makes me blush when serving the vicar his earl grey. What can one do?
Take a leaf out of Mr Phillip Fairlie, esq.’s book. What your husband needs really is a room with heavy curtains to shut out the sunlight, four manservants to do his bidding and to effect a cough/croak style of voice.
I’m sure you shall agree that hypochondria is preferable to OCD, and besides, that way you won’t have to see him at all as he’ll be shut up in his little enclave.