"Brian you obviously Esther made you that sandwich because you liked it, can you stop dissecting it please?" Sandra asked as she put her own sandwiches back in her lunch box.

"I am not dissecting it. I'm fixing it." Brian told her.

"It wasn't broken therefore it didn't need fixing."

"No, no, no Sandra. Not fix it that way. I was fixing it so it was okay for me to eat."

"I'm sure Esther didn't poison it or try to kill you, heavens knows why not but I'm sure she's not although if you keep this up I may have to find a way to poison your sandwich tomorrow."

"No, Sandra, you don't understand…"

"No I blooming well don't! An explanation may help."

"Fine but don't think me weird."

"Too late for that Brian, that warning may have been useful 10 years ago."

"The bread isn't cut straight, the cheese is wonky and the ham is half hanging out."

"And?" Sandra stared blankly with confusion.

"I can't eat it until its all straight."

"Why?" Sandra asked, his explanation still not making anything any clearer in her head.

"I just can't, okay?"

"But Brian you don't usually do this, what's really wrong?"

"I've done something silly Sandra but if I tell you, you'll get into trouble too." Brian told her while looking at the floor in an attempt to avoid eye contact.

"So you're stressed?" Sandra asked but tried to mask her curiosity as to what was going on so she could properly deal with what was going on in the here and now.

"Not really."

"But it's made your OCD worse?"

"I always check my sandwiches, just usually Esther does it right."

"And once again I refer back to my earlier question, why has she not killed you yet?! God knows I'm close to it and I'd help her get off with it."