A few days ago I wrote about a conversation my tics had had with the suns-drenched roses outside my bedroom window and I’d wondered if these exchanges would continue.
Today I got my answer. When I… read more
I’m not going to work this week, and I’m glad to say it’s not because I’m ill or checking myself into a day centre post-election! No, this week I’m at the Royal Court Theatre as part of a… read more
I’m just waking up. A moment ago I opened my blind and the early morning sun flooded into my room.
The roses in the garden have just come into bloom and when they caught my eye my tics came flooding… read more
This evening a new vocal tic burst onto the scene and has carried on for several hours so far. The last time I remember a tic arriving in such a flurry was “hedgehog”, a few years ago. Any new… read more
My tics love offering choices, so much that there’s a whole category dedicated to ‘choose’ tics.
My favourites include:
“Bass or space? Choose.”
“Geometric paperweights or roundhouses? Choose.”
“Beef or eyelashes? Choose.”
“Acrylic nails or TV… read more
We’re safely back in the UK after our epic trip to Norway. Here, with just a week until polling day, the country’s in the grip of election campaigning. Predictably my tics are too:
“This is a party election… read more
This morning a ‘ticcing fit’ turned into an involuntary poetry recital when my tics suddenly took flight with Icarus:
“Icarus, your mum was a piece of plastic tubing,
Your father was a bee,
And you… 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
Wow! What a glorious day! I could tell it was fine before I’d even raised my blind this morning. Since then the sun’s been beating down without interruption, bathing everything in a beautiful light.
On days like this I particularly… read more