Last night Will found me having a ‘ticcing fit’ in the most ridiculous position yet. On discovering me he said, ‘I can’t wait to hear how you ended up like this.’
He had to wait a while for an… read more
I’m back in London after a lovely weekend away in Cumbria with Will.
When we were travelling back yesterday I ticced, “Poems about sponges”
Will, knowing my tics would take the bait, said ‘Sponge Poem… read more
I’ve mentioned that my tics love penguins in previous posts. They’re one of a random assortment of things that always make me over excited. Another is when people roll their R’s. Both inexplicably… read more
The large window in front of me is awash with pale orange light. In the distance there’s the silhouette of a large tree, its dense tangle of black lines extending to the edges of the delicately coloured sky. The light… read more