In our house, we have a rule that has enabled us to live at peace with one another for more years than I can remember. That rule is simple, “Don’t mess with my space and I won’t mess with your space.”
I must admit some rather close calls have challenged that relationship during those years. I will not say from which side of the house it came from; just that it was not my side.
It must be quite difficult for someone like the Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage whom, I must confess is a neat freak, and I am just a plain old messy freak.