Creatures of Habit

I suppose it happens to us much sooner than we thought. But one way or another we are creatues of habit. When we go for a walk around the estate he likes to walk throught grass, then the walk on the wall and this is his must go to landmark. After this it is walking on the driveways that have stones, he does not pick them up but he likes the crunching sound under his feet.

People like to sit in the same chair, go the same route to work and park in the same spot. I remember one of the jobs I had, two of the people in confrontation over a parking spot even though they were unmarked ones. One of them said he always parks there. The other asking does it really matter to him. But that is life I suppose.