In the queue at the Post Office this morning there was a boy of about eight in front of me with his mum. As usual I was ticcing a lot about biscuits. As the boy and his mum left he said, “Biscuit,” under his breath. His mother whipped round and asked, “Was that you?” He said, “No,” but she didn’t buy it and said, “That’s not on.” And she gave him a gentle clip round the ear.

As I was leaving, a young man asked Leftwing Idiot “Has she got Tourettes?” He said, “Ask her,” and gestured to me. I told him that I had. He apologised and explained that he’d never met anyone with Tourettes before. He was warm and friendly and I liked his straightforward approach.