Yesterday I wrote about the arrival of a new piggy, bringing my collection up to eight. I keep these colourful, squeaky pigs on display in my living room.
I love the pigs but find them extremely… read more
Yesterday afternoon my colleague Sylvie, who manages the adventure playground where I work, asked me if I could cover for her briefly while she helped a child. I’m always happy to do this but yesterday I was raring to go.… read more
Yesterday was Halloween, or as my tics renamed it:
“National fake blood in your eyelashes day.”
“National diabetes advancement afternoon.”
“National knife a pumpkin night.”
Last night the nature garden at work hosted a spooky Halloween event. Over… read more
A few days ago I took up a new role, one almost as daunting as being a superhero. I undertook to be Godmother to my friend Laura’s son Leo. Laura first asked me back in January when Leo was… read more
Last week I wrote about an interesting conversation I had about Tourettes with a group of young boys at the Nature Garden, one of the projects where I work. I was back there yesterday showing a prospective volunteer round.… read more
I was chatting with my mum on the phone earlier and she told me my gran had had an offer on her house. She moved in with my parents at the start of August and has settled in well… read more
A couple of days ago I momentarily trapped my finger in my wheelchair’s footplate the result was a sizable blood-blister on its tip.
Earlier today I had a ‘ticcing fit’ and, as often happens, I lost my speech. Fortunately… read more
On Friday my support worker Will and I went round to the Nature Garden where I work. When we arrived a small group of boys were there, busily making biscuits. They were all about five years old and I hadn’t… read more
It’s late and I’m in bed. In the next room I can hear murmuring, gentle singing, occasional bickering and the unmistakable sound of wriggling. I can also hear Ruth’s tics. Ruth’s staying over tonight to do my support and she’s… read more
I was moving about quite a lot during a ‘ticcing fit’ the other day and Zoë, who was supporting me, was struggling to keep my limbs under control. While this was going on I ticced “Whack Attack!” This is… read more