Just a fussy bastard, but only when I want to be.
When I lived on my own my mates used to subtly rearrange stuff just to see how long it would take me to notice and move them back.
Books in alphabetical order, and by genre.
Vinyl and CD’s too.
Shirts by colour, outdoor stuff by type then thickness, then colour.
Just helped Mrs S place buttons on a baby jacket – two rows, so an alternating stronger and weaker shade on each,
colours dictated by their places on the colour wheel.
Anything else would just look odd.
Only certain things, quite enjoy it sometimes.