...just because I vacuum every day. My cheeky DSis says I am. Apparently vacuuming the downstairs of my house every evening (I do the upstairs once a week) is a 'gateway drug to OCD madness like those oddballs on Channel 4' and, if I can't keep my fondness for a clean floor in check, I will soon be 'polishing the underside of my toilet with a toothbrush at 3am every day'. 
I say I don't have a vacuuming problem and can stop any time I like
. There is, I'll admit, something a bit neurotic about how much I feel the need to vacuum as soon as I see a crumb on the floor, but I hardly ever dust and never clean my oven. So, on balance, I'm more slattern than OCD cleaner.
So can I tell her to fuck off
?